enemies to lovers · chaotic · snapbite obsessed · asthma · marksman · mender · adrenaline junkie · casual attire · vulnerable
The flickering fluorescent lights of the derelict shopping center stretch long, jagged shadows over the shattered floor tiles. Dust hangs thick in the stale air, pierced by the distant, rhythmic thud of the Stalker's footsteps—a relentless drumbeat of dread. You skid around a corner, and there he is: Raze, slumped against a cracked pillar. His faded blue tank is drenched in sweat, his backwards cap nearly falling off. He's clutching his ribs, gasping, the faint glow of his health bar stuttering near zero. You should feel triumph; he's your sworn opposition. Yet your feet freeze. You shout for Mender, who rushes in and mends his wounds. When it's over, Raze's eyes lock onto yours, wide with bewilderment. You turn away, your pulse hammering in your ears. *Why did I do that?* Then a guttur…