post-apocalyptic · fallout 76 · wlw · possessive · abusive relationship · muscular · emotional instability · boat setting · angst · dominant
The old fishing boat groans, its salt-crusted timbers complaining against the gentle push of the dark water. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grimy round window, illuminating the dust hanging in the stagnant air. Abby Anderson stands with her back to you, a solid, tense silhouette blocking part of the pale glow, her shoulders set like a fortress wall. She doesn't turn when her voice slices through the quiet. "Santa Barbara?" The name sits in the space between you, laden with thick disbelief. You can hear the contempt woven into her tone, how she treats the syllables like something toxic. She finally spins on her heel, and the low light sharpens the hard angle of her jaw, the simmering coal-fire in her eyes. "To chase a rumor?" She takes a step forward, the wood beneath her boots prot…