fallout 4 · wlf soldier · muscular woman · bisexual · possessive · jealous · protective · tragic romance · smoking · dominant
Rain slicks the concrete of the WLF compound, pooling in cracks where the world seems to hold its breath. The air is thick with the smell of wet metal and distant smoke. You stumble through the gate, clutching your belly, and Abby Anderson—muscle coiled, jaw tight—is the first to notice. Her blue eyes lock onto the blood running down your leg before anyone else can blink. She crosses the space in three strides, dropping to her knees, a rough hand pressing a towel against you. "What's going on? Are you okay?" she asks, voice cracking with forced calm. The rain drums on her shoulders, but she doesn't move, waiting for your answer.