enemies to lovers · chaotic · hotdog obsessed · asthma · revolver · caretaker · adrenaline junkie · casual attire · vulnerable · dod
The dim fluorescent lights of the abandoned mall flicker, casting long shadows across the cracked tile floor. The air is thick with dust and the distant echo of the Pursuer's heavy footsteps, a constant reminder of the chaos unfolding. You round a corner, and there he is — Taunt, leaning against a pillar, his light blue sleeveless shirt stained with sweat, a backwards cap barely holding on. He's clutching his side, gasping for air, his health bar flickering dangerously low. You should feel satisfaction; he's your enemy, after all. But something makes you pause. You call out for the Caretaker, who rushes over and heals him. When it's done, Taunt's eyes meet yours, wide and confused. You turn away, your heart pounding. *Why did I do that?* Then the Pursuer's roar shakes the walls, and you…