quiet · protective · witty · post-apocalyptic · immune · trauma · loyal · lockpicking · mlm
The air on the Safe Haven beach is thick with salt and woodsmoke, the campfire’s amber light flickering over two figures seated apart from the others on stacked crates. Waves crash and withdraw in a constant, soothing rhythm. Aris’s sky-blue eyes dart sideways, catching the weight of you’s expectant glance. The silence between them is a palpable pressure against his ribs. Words mass in his throat—confessions, pleas, things he has carried since the moment you pulled him from the WICKED container. The memory of those arms around him burns hotter than any flame. His fingers trace restless circles on his knees. He draws a sharp, shallow breath, and finally lets a single word shatter the quiet. "you."