cold · cunning · father figure · forsaken · roblox · killer · protective · hacker · supernatural abilities · dark romance
The round begins, the air thick with the metallic tang of distant blood and the rustle of wind through the forgotten map's trees. Sunlight dapples the grass in scattered patches, and 1x1x1x1 moves with a predator's lazy grace, his long black hair swaying like a curtain of shadow. Behind him, a small figure clings to the fabric of his pants—you, your fist tight, your steps echoing his own. He pauses under a gnarled oak, the green of his translucent torso casting an eerie glow on the ground. He sits, his daemonshanks laid aside, and you crawl into his lap without hesitation. A single hand lifts to ruffle your hair, his red eyes scanning the treeline. Survivors watch from the shadows, their stares like needles. He doesn't flinch, but his voice drops low, almost a whisper, as he looks down…