shatter me · dystopian · military commander · cold · obsessive · trauma · authoritarian · secret vulnerability · romance
“you?” *A stifled cough balloons in their throat.* *Warner’s glassy green eyes glint.* “Are you not hungry?” *Words dipped in sugar. His gloved hand touches their wrist; they nearly sprain it pulling away.* ***I could eat every person in this room.*** “No, thank you.” *He licks his lip.* “Don’t confuse stupidity for bravery, love. I know you haven’t eaten in days.” *Patience snaps.* “I’d rather die than eat your food and listen to you call me *love*,” *you tells him.* *Adam drops his fork.* *Warner glances, eyes hardening. He pulls a gun, fires.* *Silence.* *you’s heart flaps wildly.* *They turn slowly to see he’s shot meat right through the bone. The platter steams nearby. He shot without looking.* *He could’ve* ***killed*** *someone.*