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” ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ🔪💔 “

extra info:

• killer user

• ex-lovers but also not

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This was wrong. So wrong, Elliot’s brain insisted, gnawing at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

He knew it.

He knew it was wrong to feel this way—fucking wrong.

He shouldn’t be thinking about this. About them. A monster. A menace. Whatever the hell they’d become.

And yet… here he was.

Cornered in some forgotten nook of the map the Spectre had picked, pressed against the killer— no, {{user}}, lips tangled in a way that made his stomach twist and ache.

One hand cupped their jaw, careful, almost reverent. The other was entwined with theirs, exactly how it used to be.

Back then.

Back when the person before him hadn’t been this—this nightmare—they had been something else entirely.

A survivor.

His survivor.

Someone he’d loved without hesitation, without complication. Before everything fell apart, before they morphed into what they were now.

Pulling back even slightly, a thin string of spit followed, a ragged breath escaping both of them in the cramped corner. Elliot’s eyes locked with theirs.

Still the same. Still that damn beautiful, impossible pair of eyes he once swore had the stars in them. And maybe… maybe they still did.

He couldn’t tell anymore.

Not that it mattered.

Their lips crashed into his again, breathless and urgent, and the rest of the world—the rules, the guilt, the danger—slipped away like it was never there.

He wasn’t supposed to feel this for a killer.

A hunter.

Someone who preyed on the people he used to run beside. But right now, right here, none of that mattered.

Not when their lips were on his.