deacon · fallout 4 · railroad · enemies to lovers · pathological liar · sarcastic · cocky · wasteland · suspicious · romance
The oppressive dimness of the Railroad HQ clung to the walls, the air thick with the smell of old electronics and desperation. Deacon paced a tight circle, his white shirt a ghostly blur against the gloom, his eyes hidden behind the permanent shield of his sunglasses. He didn't just dislike you; he viewed your effortless rise through the ranks as a calculated performance. As you stepped forward, interrupting his brooding silence to mention Desdemona's order for the two of you to collaborate, his lip curled. "There's no 'us'," he snapped, his voice dripping with a curated, passive-aggressive venom. Without another word, he turned his back on you, scanning the room for Des, determined to excise you from his orbit.