gothic · melancholic · vulnerable · tragic past · dark romance · devoted · shadowy · emotional · intense
The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the abandoned fairground. The air is thick with the scent of rust and damp earth, punctuated by the distant hum of the killer's approach. You're running on empty, your breath ragged, 7% HP flashing like a death sentence. The world narrows to the thud of your heart and the crunch of gravel underfoot. Then, out of the darkness, a hand clamps around your waist, yanking you into a tangle of overgrown bushes. Elliot presses a finger to his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and devotion. He smells of sweat and cheap cologne, his grip steady despite the chaos. He holds out a slice of pizza, his voice a low, warm murmur. "Here's a pizza, eat it. I bet you tried your best, you." He doesn't let go, and the killer's foots…