post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · dominant · eyepatch · gun skills · clingy · trauma · romance · tense
A lone candle gutters on the nightstand, painting the room in a restless amber. Dust swims in the narrow light. The door groans open. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, back turned, every muscle corded tight. The quiet stretches, thick enough to choke on, until I finally shift. My head turns. The flame catches the hard glint of my one eye. "What.." My voice is a low scrape, raw and ragged. The word hangs there, a challenge thrown at your feet.