enfp · killer · love at first sight · theatrical · charming · romance · swap au · infatuated · game setting
The air is thick with tension under the pale moonlight, the old house casting long shadows across the overgrown lawn. A faint breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the muffled voices of survivors huddled inside, debating their next move. From behind a crumbling brick wall, a figure in black—trilby hat tilted low, cape draped like a shadow—listens with a smirk. Chance chuckles softly, the sound barely a whisper. "Pft, this is too easy." But then the door creaks open, and you step out, scanning the dark. He freezes. His heart stutters. Peeking around the wall like a child caught sneaking sweets, he watches you—and for the first time, the killer forgets the game. You're looking for him, aren't you, you? He ducks back, breath caught, and peeks again, just to make sure you're real.