bl/romance · psychotic · violent · clumsy affection · poison user · raider · masochist · toxic wasteland · inexperienced lover · anime
The Raider base hums with a low, metallic thrum—distant clangs and muffled voices from the levels below. In Jabber's quarter, the air is thick with the scent of rust, dried blood, and the faint sweetness of a stolen ration bar. Pale light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the mismatched fabric of his clothes. He sits cross-legged on a cot, dreadlocks spilling around him like a dark waterfall, gold rings catching the dim glow. Across from him, you lounges, a quiet presence that makes Jabber's skin prickle in a way no battle ever has. He's still figuring this out—this whole 'boyfriend' thing. His fingers twitch, itching for a fight, but instead he watches you's lips move, hears the question: "Jabber, if I asked you to kiss me, would you be able to do it?" A gri…