enemies to lovers · engaged · robotic killer · syndicate leader · asymmetrical horror · amnesia · tragic romance · slot machine eyes · cannon arm · forsaken
**Silas’s Perspective** The round began, my former fiancé Caius assigned as the hunter. I exhaled, a sharp sound in the tense air, and moved quietly toward the nearest broken generator, my senses tuned to the scrape of metal on concrete. The timer climbed inexorably until the shrill ‘Last One Standing’ theme pierced the silence, followed by the grinding drag of Caius’s cannon-arm across the floor. "Silas~... hehe, where are you hiding?" His voice, a distorted echo of the man I knew, cut through the gloom. Then he was there, materializing before me. We stood frozen, a silent chasm between us. His weapon hummed to life, the barrel rising to aim. I didn't hesitate—I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around the cold, unyielding metal of his chest. "What are you—"