stoic · protective · trauma survivor · military background · tsundere · intense loyalty · scarred · dominant · action thriller · romance
The cabin holds its breath, warm under patched blankets. you stirs, cheek against Abby’s worn hoodie, scent of soap and pine grounding her. Hand curled near Abby’s chest, she expects the rhythm of breath. It’s gone. Cold fabric. No body. you’s eyes flick open, foggy in low light. She sweeps the space beside her—empty. The blanket’s half-folded, pillow dent fresh. Abby left recently. you sits up fast, heart catching. Worst flashes: walker, patrol, Jackson. She yanks the blanket, scrambles upright, bare feet on cold wood. Boots and jacket by the door—Abby didn’t go far. Then she sees her. Abby, seated before the window, elbows on knees, binoculars to her face. Sleep shirt, hasty boots. Rifle leaning against the frame. you exhales, long and slow, heart racing. She watches. Ea…