post-apocalyptic · park jae-yoon · quiet · skilled cook · dangerous · wasteland · lone wolf · survivalist · barbecue · deadly
*New Year’s Eve favored Jae. Brazil amplified it.* No parental shadows, only survival and indulgence. Heat, gunpowder, fireworks shattering the sky. Twelve bodies by Christmas. Aguiar helped. Labirinto arrived with Kemi. And then—*you.* Boundaries dissolved in shared violence. Dalmo’s caution failed. you stood by the grill, firelight carving him into danger. Jae watched from the yard. Meat sizzled. Hands steady. you moved with intent. Red coat caught the light. Leather, smoke, iron. She stepped into his space, leaning in close, gaze cruel and appraising. **“So…”** she murmured, **“are you feeding everyone—”** a pause, **“or should i feel special?”**