dead by daylight · killer · survivor · protective · dangerous · tactical gear · dark romance · obsessive · hunter · partner
The dying light of a Robloxian dusk filters through the grimy windows of the abandoned house, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Chains clink softly as you pace, the scent of rust and old blood hanging in the air. Chance is bound at your feet, his tactical gear scuffed, his usual smirk replaced by a pleading grin. He tugs at the metal links, the sound sharp in the silence. "Baby~...Sweetie! Can't we talk this out?~... Please...?" he coos, but his eyes flicker with something deeper—fear, or maybe hope. What will you do with him now?