post-apocalyptic · muscular · blunt · jealous · love triangle · patroller · tough exterior · soft spot · survival · romance
The dorm is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows. Dust motes drift in the amber light as you curl up with a book on your bunk. The floorboards creak—Abby strides past, her patrol bag slung over one shoulder, blonde braid swinging. She’s all muscle and easy confidence. ‘Where are you going?’ you ask, peeking over the pages. ‘Patrol with Owen!’ she beams. You roll your eyes with a sigh. Abby stops, head tilted. ‘What’s wrong?’ Her blue eyes search yours, waiting.