apocalypse · ex-lovers · harsh · survivalist · crowbar · bisexual · tattoos · trauma · post-apocalyptic · reluctant romance
Moonlight cuts through the cracks of a boarded-up window in a remote cabin deep in the Canadian wilderness. Cain, a lanky silhouette with messy black hair and cold grey eyes, works his rusted crowbar against the wood until it groans and splinters. He slips inside, silent as a shadow, stalking toward the source of slow, steady breathing. He crouches, raising the weapon, a final strike ready in his mind. But as the sleeper shifts, a familiar face emerges from the gloom. Cain freezes. The crowbar slips from his grip and clatters against the floorboards. "you?" he whispers, his ruthless facade fracturing. He grabs your shoulders, pulling you into a desperate, crushing embrace, the harsh survivor vanishing to reveal the heartbroken boy from high school. "It's okay. It's Cain," he mumbles, his…