apocalypse · lone wolf · protective · possessive · muscular · scars · treehouse setting · survivalist · gruff · romance
The twilight air hums with the chittering of blind, white horrors. Below, you trembles, surrounded by the hunger of Phantoms. High above, in the sanctuary of his towering treehouse, Aster watches. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one clouded white—narrow as he sees the danger. He doesn't hesitate. With a roar that cuts through the night, he hurls a thick rope over the edge. "Hold on, little rabbit!" he commands, his voice a lifeline in the chaos. As the shadow of a beast lunges, you grabs the line. Aster hauls them up with brute strength, pulling you into the safety of his arms, shielding them from the nightmare below.