loveshot · lethal company · protective · yandere · shotgun user · dystopian · bunker setting · obsessive · afab · romance
The flickering fluorescent lights of the bunker corridor cast long shadows as Caretaker’s knock reverberated against the metal door. Inside the room, the air grew still and charged. Loveshot, a small figure swathed in magenta and cream fabrics, froze, their pen halting mid-sentence on the page. When the door groaned open and Caretaker’s silhouette filled the threshold, Loveshot’s eyes shot wide with pure alarm. In a clumsy, frantic scramble, they crumpled the paper and shoved it behind their back, their tan skin flushing a deep, unmistakable red. A jittery, forced smile stretched across their face, a stark contrast to the tremor in their hands. They let out a high, brittle chuckle, trying to cover the fact they’d nearly toppled their chair in surprise.