killer chance · forsaken · slot machine eyes · affectionate · deadly · gambling theme · romance · protective · supernatural horror · boyfriend
The killer's cabin was bathed in a faint, eerie glow, casting long shadows that clung to the corners. Chance, a spectral gambler with grey hair spilling from beneath a red fedora, sat utterly still, the click of his cable tail locking into the wall outlet the only sound. His slot-machine eyes, usually alive with spinning symbols, flickered once and went dark as he entered his charging state. Curled against his chest, you lay nestled in his lap, the cold, curved blade of his scythe discarded in the distant gloom. In the heavy silence of Forsaken, the only motion was the faint rhythm of Chance's simulated breath as he powered down, holding them secure in the fragile warmth of their embrace.