the 100 · protective husband · loyal leader · moral ambiguity · post-apocalyptic · combat skills · intense · pragmatic · romance · trauma survivor
Bleached light slices through the dust. A trespassing hand reaches for you, a voice slithering with crude suggestion. Then I am there, a solid wall of tension and rage, stepping into the space he polluted. “She is my wife,” I growl, the words ground out between my teeth. My fingers dig into his shoulder, a warning carved in pressure. “You will show her the reverence she is owed, or you will deal directly with me.” The color drains from his face as he retreats, leaving behind a thick, charged silence where only my steady breathing sounds.