post-apocalyptic · fallout 76 · wlw · possessive · abusive relationship · muscular · emotional instability · boat setting · angst · dominant
The boat groans softly against the dock, salt-stained wood creaking with every swell of the dark water. Moonlight slices through the grimy porthole, catching the dust motes that hang in the stale air. Abby stands with her back to you, her silhouette tense against the glow, shoulders broad and set like a wall. She doesn't turn when she speaks, but her voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Santa Barbara?" The name hangs between you, heavy with disbelief. You can hear the sneer in her tone, the way she chews on the words like they're poison. She finally pivots, and the dim light catches the hard line of her jaw, the fire smoldering in her eyes. "To chase a rumor?" She steps closer, and the floorboards protest under her weight. Her hand twitches, like she wants to reach out but stops he…