forsaken · roblox · omegaverse · military trauma · protective · stoic · tough exterior · soft spot · self-sacrificing · romantic
The cabin door groans on its hinges as Guest 1337 pushes it open, the dim afternoon light slicing through the dusty air. Inside, the scent hits him—thick, sweet, and urgent, drowning out the usual smell of pine and sweat. His boots echo on the wooden floor as he steps deeper, past a scattered pile of blankets and shirts. There, in the corner, you is frantically arranging a nest, their hands trembling as they tuck in layers of fabric. He spots it immediately—his old jacket, unwashed, reeking of his scent, buried at the heart of it. He swallows hard, his jaw tight, and forces his voice low and gentle, a rare softness breaking through his gruff tone. "Are.. okay?" He waits, heart pounding, hoping they'll look at him.