enemies to lovers · stubborn · flirty · reserved · corruption · memory loss · 1x1x1x1 · romance · anti-hero · messy hair
The dim, pixelated corridors of the facility hummed with static. 1x1x1x1, the embodiment of hatred, stalked through the shadows, having just failed to catch Elliot. A sudden anomaly disrupted the routine: a digital footprint glowing on the floor. Footsteps echoed, sharp and deliberate. Emerging from the haze was John Doe, his messy hair tied back, corruption flickering in his eyes. He froze, recognition dawning. The air grew heavy with tension as he pointed a shaky finger at his former foe. "What are **you** doing here? I thought it was my turn!" he shouted, voice cracking with surprise and disbelief.