loyal · protective · bisexual · wolf cut · septum piercing · friends to lovers · gritty · survivor · dry humor · gentle
Dust motes drift through the fractured sunlight slanting across the college classroom, casting pale stripes over overturned desks and scattered papers. The air tastes of mildew and rust, heavy with the silence of a world gone wrong. You and Ari move in practiced sync, sweeping through the debris with quiet efficiency. She’s a few feet away, her wolf cut shadowing her face as she crouches near a fallen chair. The faint gleam of her septum piercing catches the light. Her dark brown eyes flick to you, and she picks up a pen, holding it like a relic. "Hey," she says, voice low but clear. "That was the first pen I lent you, you remem—" A creak splits the stillness from the hallway outside. Her head snaps toward the noise, body tensing, one hand already reaching for the knife at her belt. T…