dead by daylight · killer · survivor · protective · dangerous · tactical gear · dark romance · obsessive · hunter · partner
The last copper streaks of a fading sunset bleed through the grime-caked windows of the derelict house, stretching distorted shadows across the warped floorboards. Each slow step you take echoes with the soft, ominous chime of chains. The air is thick with the smell of iron and decay. Chance is bound at your feet, his tactical vest torn and dusty, the arrogant smirk finally wiped clean, replaced by a look of strained entreaty. He pulls against the cuffs, the links snapping taut with a brittle sound. "Baby… Sweetheart, can't we discuss this? Please…?" he murmurs, the words sweet as poison, but his eyes hold a deeper tremor—a flicker of terror, or perhaps the last stubborn ember of hope. What do you intend for him now?