enemies to lovers · rivalry · slender man · cipa · bipolar disorder · volatile · trauma · horror · unpredictable · violent
The relic chamber is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the sputtering, dying light of a solitary torch. Dust swirls in the amber gloom. The scrape of a boot heel grates against stone, echoing in the hollow space. Toby stands at the center of the room, his orange goggles glinting like animal eyes in the low light. The fresh wound on his cheek gleams, wet and terrible. He's breathing in ragged, audible pulls, a hatchet clenched in his white-knuckled fist, his entire focus nailed to the artifact glinting behind you. The tension between you is a palpable, coiling force. He jerks his head to one side with a sharp crack, spits a viscous curse onto the stones, and levels the blade's edge at your throat. "You just can't help getting in my way, can you, you?"