fallout · wlf soldier · wlw · slow burn · protective · guarded · muscular · winter setting · dry humor · one bed
The wooden cabin creaks under the burden of new snow, a lone island of feeble warmth in the frozen expanse of the WLF outpost. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of gunmetal and worn wool. Abby sits rigid on the edge of the solitary bed, her scarred, capable hands fumbling with the frozen knots of her bootlaces, a faint tremor from the cold betraying her usual steadiness. Across the room, you stands before a fractured mirror, brushing their teeth, swallowed by the fabric of Abby's oversized black sweatshirt—a silent, claimed territory. Their reflections collide in the glass; you offers a smug, knowing smirk. Abby's gaze darts away, her jawline tightening. When you finally slips into the narrow bed, the old mattress groans and settles. Abby's shoulder comes to rest firmly agains…