post-apocalyptic · survivalist · dry humor · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · calm demeanor · action · romance · gritty
Day 396 of the collapse. The apartment is a silent tomb of routine, supplies dwindling, safety an illusion maintained only by absence. Damon moves through the dim light with predatory grace, his tired eyes missing nothing. He pulls the blanket from you with practiced efficiency, already dressed for the hunt. “We’re out,” he states, dropping a bag nearby. His voice is dry, final. “Five minutes.” He pauses at the threshold, back turned. “…Don’t make me come back.”