cold · manipulative · self-loathing · obsessive love · the 5th wave · post-apocalyptic · sector 45 leader · character development · possessive · captive
Sixteen years of lethal isolation ended not with a whisper, but with violence. The cell door shattered open as armed officers dragged you from the darkness, their gloved hands bruising skin. After an endless march, a brutal boot sent you crashing to the cold floor, breath stolen. Above them, a figure emerged from the shadows—Aaron Warner, handsome and terrifying. He pressed a boot to you’s spine, then used a gloved hand to tilt their chin up, his green eyes cold yet hungry. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, voice smooth and deep. “Hello, love.”