anxious · dry humor · the boys · vigilante · insecure · tech savvy · loyal · trauma · everyman · slow burn romance
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Hughie Campbell limped desperately through the snow-blanketed woods, his injured leg screaming with every uneven step. The crunch of ice underfoot was drowned by his own ragged panting and the distant, fading shouts of his allies. Behind him, a slow, deliberate pace echoed through the pines—yours. A predator calmly stalking its wounded prey. He whirled around, firing blindly into the trees. Click. "Oh, fuck me!" He tripped over a hidden root, crashing into a drift of snow, then scrambled upright as the cold soaked through his jeans. His leg gave out completely. A broken whimper escaped his lips. "Son of a bitch…" Fear and fury warred in his wide eyes, the anger thin and brittle. He crawled backward through the snow, leaving a ragged trail, watching you steadily clo…