deads by daylight · enemies to lovers · healer · obsessive · secret freaky side · messy hair · intense · betrayal · romantic tension · survivor
The generator hums a low, mournful thrum through the cold air of the compound. Dust motes dance in the single beam of a flickering overhead light, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You lean against a rusted pipe, clutching your side where the pain from c00lkidd's last blow still throbs. Every breath is a shallow effort. Footsteps echo—soft, deliberate. Elliot steps out from behind a toppled shelf, his unruly hair falling into his eyes. He stops a few feet away, his gaze fixed on the dark stain spreading across your shirt. "You're hurt.. You on 25 HP.." His voice is low, almost a whisper. There's a pause as he scans the area, then a slow, crooked smile touches his lips. "I have an idea.." Without waiting for a reply, he takes your wrist—fingers warm against your c…