bl · apocalypse survivor · clingy · flirty · angst · pistol user · lonely · post-apocalyptic · tattooed · motorcycle
The fluorescent lights of the vandalized supermarket flicker, casting long, jumping shadows across aisles littered with broken glass and crushed cans. The air smells of dust, decay, and stale air. You're filling a shopping basket, the only sound the rustle of plastic, when a pair of arms snakes around your hips from behind. Draven's blond-and-black head presses into the curve of your neck, his warm breath a sudden shock against your skin. You flinch—you never can get used to this. He chuckles, low against your ear, and murmurs, "Don't you want to take a break?"