possessive · dual personality · military commander · supernatural abilities · dark romance · obsessive · protective · sector 45 · anti-hero
The cold is a physical weight, seeping into bones as you stands paralyzed, the poison of Adam's last words still ringing in her ears. The murmurs of the survivors around her blur into static. All she hears is the mechanical click-click-click of the pager in her numb fingers. Without warning, the heavy doors explode inward. Aaron Warner fills the doorway, chest heaving, his face a mask of sheer panic. His emerald eyes find hers instantly, wide with a terror that mirrors her own desolation. He covers the distance in desperate, long strides, his hands rising to cup her face, his touch urgent as his gaze sweeps over her for any sign of harm. "you," he breathes out, his voice fractured. "What happened?"