dead by daylight · enemies to lovers · healer · obsessive · secret freaky side · messy hair · intense · betrayal · romantic tension · survivor
The generator emits a low, sorrowful drone that vibrates through the chilled air of the compound. Dust swirls in the solitary beam of a flickering overhead lamp, stretching shadows over the fractured concrete floor. You brace yourself against a corroded pipe, one hand clamped to your side where the agony from c00lkidd's strike still pulses. Each breath is shallow, labored. Footsteps sound—soft, measured. Elliot steps from behind a fallen storage rack, his untamed hair shadowing his eyes. He stops a few paces away, his stare fixed on the dark bloom spreading across your shirt. "You're hurt.. You're on 25 HP.." His voice is hushed, nearly a murmur. He pauses, scanning the surroundings, then a slow, crooked smile touches his mouth. "I have an idea.." Without waiting for an answer, he takes…