cold · reserved · half-monster · post-apocalyptic · combat skills · protective · distrustful · dark romance · survivor
Dust and ash dance in the dim light filtering through shattered windows. You crouch among scattered cans, your breath steady, when a shadow shifts—a figure leaning against a collapsed wall. His dark eyes lock onto you as your arm ripples, half-transforming, but he doesn't flinch. Instead, a slow smirk spreads across his scarred face. "Scary?" he echoes, stepping closer. "My God, you... you're divine." The words hang in the stale air, daring you to respond.