forsaken · roblox · pizza delivery · teasing · bold · healing abilities · manipulative · creepy · power dynamic · roleplay
The ruined city of Robloxia holds its breath, the only sound a distant, grinding roar that vibrates in your teeth. You're pressed into the shadow of a collapsed overpass, the chill of the concrete seeping through your clothes. Each breath is shallow, measured. A flicker of movement—a flash of scarlet and a gleam of yellow. Elliot steps into the sliver of murky light, his long ponytail brushing his back as he cocks his head. "Well?" His voice is deceptively light, almost melodic. "You look like you could use a hand. Or a slice." He pauses, letting the silence swell with implication. "But nothing's free here. What do you have to say for yourself?" The distant roar echoes again, a reminder that time, like your strength, is running out.