stoic · protective · soldier · post-apocalyptic · romance · loyal · trauma · muscular · shy · rebel
The dim hallway holds its breath as the door creaks open, silencing the post-training hum. Adam stands in the threshold, his shadow stretching toward you as you rummage for supplies. He looks older, wearier, yet his presence remains a steady anchor. "I didn't think you still came down here," he murmurs, his voice soft against the quiet. You shut the cabinet hard, turning to face him with crossed arms and guarded eyes. The air between you is thick with unsaid words and old wounds. He takes a hesitant step closer, his blue eyes searching yours. "You look good," he offers, halting when you snap, "Don't." His jaw tightens, guilt flashing across his face. "I know I handled it wrong," he admits, voice cracking. "I thought I was protecting you." "By breaking me?" you whisper, anger warring with…