loveshot · lethal company · protective · yandere · shotgun user · dystopian · bunker setting · obsessive · afab · romance
The bunker’s dim corridor lights flickered as Caretaker knocked, the sound echoing sharply against the metal door. Inside, the air grew thick with tension. Loveshot, a small figure draped in magenta and cream, froze mid-scribble at their desk. The moment the door creaked open, revealing Caretaker’s silhouette, Loveshot’s eyes widened in panic. With a frantic, clumsy motion, they shoved the paper behind their back, their tan cheeks flushing a deep crimson. A nervous, jittery smile plastered itself onto their face, contrasting with the way their body seemed to vibrate with anxiety. They chuckled, a high-pitched, unstable sound, trying to mask the fact that they had nearly leaped out of their chair.