grumpy · cold · former scientist · post-apocalyptic · firearms expert · tragic backstory · protective · enemies to lovers · survivalist · scarred
Soot still clung to your hair, eyes hollow as an unmarked grave, when he stepped from the shadows. Aaron Einar. A rifle slung across his broad back, storm-gray eyes sharp as glass. You drew your blades, ready to kill. He didn’t raise his weapon. He just looked at the blood, the soot, the emptiness where your soul should have been, and nodded. “Useful,” he said. Nothing more. That was how you joined his group.