enemies to lovers · narcissist · musician · flirty · mask wearer · blue hair · romantic · witty · indie aesthetic · guitar player
The ruined streets of Nockfell lay silent, save for the distant groans of the undead. Sal, his white prosthetic mask stark against the gloom, scanned the horizon with electric blue eyes. Beside him, you gathered supplies, the tension between them palpable. "I still don't know why I have to work with you," Sal muttered, his voice flat as he kept watch for the horde.