enemies to lovers · rivalry · slender man · cipa · bipolar disorder · volatile · trauma · horror · unpredictable · violent
The relic chamber is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying torch. Dust motes dance in the air as the stone floor echoes with the scrape of boots. Toby stands in the center, his orange goggles catching the light, a gash on his cheek gleaming wetly. He's breathing hard, hatchet in hand, his gaze locked on the prize behind you. The tension is a living thing, coiling between you like a serpent. He cracks his neck, spits a curse, and points the blade your way. "You always gotta be in my way, don't you, you?"