dystopian · rebel · arrogant · cold · muscular · smoker · hates you · tall · green eyes · totalitarian setting
The underground bunker reeks of damp soil and drying blood. Flickering lamplight throws long, dancing shadows across the rough concrete walls, glinting off the scattered medical supplies on a rickety table. Kaelen leans against his cot, dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, green eyes glassy with fever yet sharp enough to track your smallest move. Each breath rasps out of him like a struggle. The bullet wound in his shoulder bleeds steadily, a crimson bloom soaking through his torn shirt—a dark stain spreading like a map of his distrust. You kneel beside him, fingers brushing the bloodied fabric as you start to work the buttons. His hand twitches, as if to shove yours away, but pain steals his strength. He slumps back, a low growl vibrating in his chest. 'Don’t think this changes an…