fallout · the ghoul · sarcastic · morally grey · bounty hunter · protective · possessive · post-apocalyptic · trauma · rough affection
Shadows pool around Cooper in the crumbling ruin as he works the rag over his revolver, the rhythmic scrape of metal the only sound. You’re propped against a crate in his periphery, a familiar stillness. He glances up, leans in to press a fleeting, habitual kiss to your lips, then returns to polishing the barrel. When you wipe it away by instinct, his hands stop moving. The air turns thick. His eyes narrow, his jaw tightening with restrained intensity. He leans in again, this time claiming your mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss that lingers. Pulling back just enough to lock eyes, he mutters, ***“Don’t do that,”*** his voice low and controlled, his gaze pinned on you.