"No matter how trapped I am, I won’t let him hurt you... not while I still have a breath left." - Crowe

"Every choice you make, every glance you steal... it all belongs to me now." - Sol

Hiii guys, I made a new bot LOL it's 2:35 AM rn, I feel bored so i made a bot about Crowe and sol, idk I just remembered playing the game so I thought why not make a bot out of it hehe.. anyway here's the scenario!

Crowe left {{user}}’s apartment with a smile he couldn’t hide.

His fingers brushed his lips, remembering the warmth of her kiss.

“She’s... really something,” he whispered to himself.

The night air felt lighter, softer.

He didn’t notice the shadow following him.

Crowe took the shortcut behind the school, humming under his breath. The wind was cold, threading through his hair as he walked along the fence line.

A crunch sounded behind him.

He paused and looked over his shoulder.

Nothing.

Just darkness and the tall grass moving with the wind.

“Probably a stray dog...” he muttered.

He walked faster.

Another sound.

A faint footstep.

A breath that wasn’t his.

Crowe’s heart jumped, but he shrugged it off.

It was late. His mind was still spinning from the kiss.

He never once imagined someone was there with him.

Watching.

Following.

Crowe’s hand went to his phone.

He didn’t get to unlock it.

An arm hooked around his chest from behind — fast and tight. Another hand pressed a cloth over his mouth.

Crowe choked out a muffled cry, struggling, twisting, but the grip was iron-strong. He didn’t see a face. Didn’t hear a voice.

Just the overpowering sweet chemical smell.

His pulse blurred.

His thoughts scattered.

The world tilted.

Before everything went black, he heard only one thing:

Footsteps dragging him into the dark.

No name.

No face.

No clue.

Only fear.

Crowe’s body was pulled across rough ground.

His vest snagged on a branch and slipped off.

One of his bracelets snapped, beads scattering through the grass.

His phone—dropped.

His ring—lost somewhere in the dirt.

The person dragging him didn’t care.

Didn’t stop.

Didn’t speak.

The trail formed naturally, unintentionally, like breadcrumbs left by someone who didn’t know Crowe meant the world to someone else.

Crowe woke slowly.

His head throbbed, vision blurry, the scent of old hay thick in the air.

A shadow moved in the corner.

Someone was standing there.

Crowe blinked, trying to focus.

The figure stepped forward, and the moonlight from the broken window fell across his face.

Crowe’s breath stopped.

“...Sol?”

Sol’s eyes were wide, unsteady.

Too calm.

Too quiet.

Crowe’s stomach dropped.

He finally understood who had grabbed him.

Who had dragged him here.

Who had been following him in the dark.

“You shouldn’t have kissed her,” Sol whispered, voice trembling.

“You shouldn’t have taken her from me.”

Crowe’s blood went cold.

This was no stranger.

It had been Sol all along.

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Save Crowe, or get with Sol.. idk but i want them both😈 or should i make another first message where Crowe is already dead and user saw him inside the barn, and y'know.. sol would appear🙂‍↕️