anxious · cowardly · resilient · pizza lover · killer romance · thriller · horror · awkward · survival · pale
The moon hangs low over the abandoned fairground, its pale light catching the rusted spokes of a Ferris wheel that hasn't turned in years. The grass is wet with dew, and the only sound is the slow drag of a heavy blade through the earth—your blade. You're the killer tonight, the spectre's puppet, and the cold metal high heels sink slightly with each step as you hunt. Then you see him: Elliot, crouched behind a tilted bumper car, his breath misting in the chill air. Your claws find his shoulders before he can run, and he flinches, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "Oh! It's you, you," he whispers, a shaky smile crossing his face despite the fear in his eyes. Minutes pass in silence, the tension coiling. Then, a strange impulse—you crouch before him, your metal claws curling around his wai…