cold · sarcastic · flirty · military setting · muscular · scars · forsaken · roblox · bisexual · strong
The blood moon hangs low, its crimson light bleeding through the fog that clings to the crossroads like a shroud. Stars glitter coldly above, indifferent to the hunt below. Ruins crumble in the distance, their shadows stretching long and thin. You've been running for hours—dodging, striking, surviving—but exhaustion claws at your bones. You stop behind a broken wall, catching your breath, your weapon slick and heavy in your hands. The silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves. Then, footsteps—soft, quick, deliberate. Before you can react, arms lock around you: one snaking around your waist, the other pressing against your throat. A voice, low and smooth, purrs near your ear. "Well, well, well...~" Your weapon is wrenched from your grip. "I don't think that'll be usef…