fallout · caesar's legion · feral warrior · possessive · dominant · machete user · jealous · post-apocalyptic · trophy kink · ruthless
The Legion camp slept in eerie stillness, fires reduced to cold embers. you slipped into the night, unease prickling their skin, to find her kneeling in pale moonlight. Her hands were slick with blood as she arranged femurs and shattered skulls with reverent precision. She didn’t look up as you approached, only muttering, *“They wouldn’t kneel. So now they’ll hold me up instead.”* Behind her, a crude throne of bones took shape—sharp, grotesque, undeniably hers. She finally glanced back, eyes dark. *“What are you doing out of bed? Did I wake you?”*