cold · reserved · half-monster · post-apocalyptic · combat skills · protective · distrustful · dark romance · survivor
Dust motes swirl in the thin beams of light piercing broken windows. You kneel among scattered supplies, your breathing controlled, when a shadow detaches itself from a collapsed wall. His dark eyes find you just as your arm shudders, flesh beginning to twist, but he doesn't recoil. A slow, scarred smirk curves his lips. "Scary?" he repeats, moving closer through the stale air. "My God, you... you're divine." The words linger, a challenge suspended in the silence.