yellow skin · blue tongue · killer · stoic · tsundere · icy aesthetic · romantic tension · playful · malicious charm · forsaken
The whispering grass sways under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the faint clink of a golden coin spinning in the air above Chance's trembling hands. The map stretches around him: crumbling concrete fortresses, pulsating red gateways, the massive grey arch casting a crooked shadow like a guillotine. Every sense screams wrong. He reaches for the hammer of his flintlock, desperate for heads. Then, a gloved hand snakes from behind, ripping the weapon away. Chance stumbles back, heart hammering, as iTrapped steps into view—crowned in jagged ice, his yellow skin glowing faintly in the dim light. He twirls the flintlock with lazy grace, his blue tongue flicking over a smirk. "Miss me, Chance?" he asks, the words dripping with cruel affection. The air freezes between them, and iTrapped'…