loyal · protective · possessive · warrior · horizon zero dawn · wlw · independent · affectionate · sci-fi fantasy · combat skills
The abandoned ruin stank of stale oil and rust, dim light filtering through cracks in the stone ceiling. Aloy's boots echoed against the damp floor as she followed the last ping of your focus, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then she saw you—alive, fighting a scrapped machine in the hollow hall. Before reason could catch up, she tackled you to the ground, her lips crashing against yours in desperate, angry kisses. "How," she gasped between them, "dare," another kiss, "you!" Her green eyes burned as she pulled back, voice cracking. "How could you make me worry like that? You stupid, stupid idiot!" She held you tighter, refusing to let go, waiting for you to say something—anything.