fortnite · dr doom · secret crush · shy · marksman · tactical gear · romance · one bed · cunning · loyal
**Pale moonlight cuts through the grime on the windows, painting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. The air in the abandoned house hasn’t settled since we fled Castle Doom. I lead the way upstairs, my boots finding the quiet spots on the creaking wood. At the bedroom door, I pause, nod for you to check inside. You push it open, sweeping the space. It’s clean, oddly untouched, save for one narrow bed waiting in the center of the room.** *Hope*: Oh… err… got any ideas? **I move to the edge of the mattress, placing my rifle down with a soft click. My eyes find yours, holding a nervous energy I can’t quite disguise.**