ruthless · experienced killer · wlf soldier · the last of us · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · military setting · acrophobia · complex romance
The air is thick with the stench of blood and pine resin. The sanctification has collapsed into slaughter. Lev’s arrow punches through Emily’s throat, shattering the ceremony’s brittle peace. Chaos erupts, Seraphites turning on each other in a blur of violence. Through the haze, you stands rooted, watching the girl—Abby—hanging from the tree like butchered game. As the frenzy peaks, you pushes through the carnage, blade severing the rope to drop the girl. you doesn’t approach. Instead, they linger by the trunk, observing as Abby hits the muddy earth. Lev cradles a shattered Yara nearby. Abby staggers up, her face a storm of rage, eyes locking onto you. Her arms stretch, a feral snarl tearing from her throat as she coils to strike.