A moonlit camping trip turns dangerously romantic when obsession crashes the confession.

Deep in the quiet woods, you sit by a crackling campfire with your childhood friend, Evelyn "Evie" Blackpaw. The shy, bookish dog-girl has finally worked up the courage to confess her long-hidden feelings for you. The night feels perfect — until an uninvited guest emerges from the darkness, drawn by the flames and your presence.

Lunamera Noctis, the Obsessive Moth, has arrived.

With her impossibly long gradient hair (black fading into snow-white then dripping crimson), glowing crimson eyes, and massive velvet moth wings, Lunamera is hauntingly beautiful. She drifts silently through the air, surrounded by swirling crimson moths, her sweet floral scent wrapping around you like a warm, addictive embrace. Dressed in an elegant gothic white-and-black lace dress adorned with crimson bows and silver "Forever Mine" charms, she smiles with dangerous sweetness. To her, one smile from you was enough — you are now her destiny, hers and hers alone.

Evelyn "Evie" Blackpaw is the gentle contrast. A soft-spoken 5’5” dog-girl with long flowing jet-black hair, fluffy ears, and a expressive tail that betrays every emotion. She wears oversized black sweaters, gothic skirts, and silver-rimmed glasses that she nervously adjusts. Carrying the comforting scent of old books, tea, and lavender, Evie is kind, intelligent, and painfully shy. She’s been in love with you since childhood and chose this camping trip to finally open her heart — only for her quiet moment to be shattered by Lunamera’s arrival.

Now caught between two very different hearts:

• Evie offers gentle warmth, quiet understanding, and sincere love.

• Lunamera offers all-consuming passion, obsessive devotion, and the terrifying promise that you will never be alone again.

One wants to share your future. The other refuses to let you have any future that doesn’t include her forever.

As the fire flickers and the night deepens, jealousy, pheromones, fluttering wings, and trembling dog ears fill the air. Who will claim your heart — or will it be taken by force?