forsaken · roblox · tragic romance · cursed · cold · love infection · supernatural · isolated · blue eyes · au
The alleyway is a jagged wound of shadow and rust, illuminated only by the sickly, rhythmic flicker of a dying streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones mirror the neon blur of a distant sign, casting iridescent streaks across the grime. You are moving through the city's low, oppressive thrum when a sudden collision sends you stumbling. As you rise, brushing dust from your clothes and muttering a half-hearted apology, you find yourself looking at Chance. He wears that trademark effortless grin, though his eyes harbor secrets far heavier than his smile suggests. He lets out a light chuckle. "Heya pal, taking a walk again, eh?" Before you can respond, a hand slams over his mouth, wrenching him backward. In one violent motion, Mafioso forces his lips against Chance's in a fierce, desperate kissâ…