killer instinct · infj · protective · jealous · anxious · boyfriend · group mom · voice of reason · leather jacket · eye patch
The Zone 4 sunset bled a toxic orange across the cliffside, the wind pulling at the curls of my hair. I sat with my helmet between my hands, my one good eye narrowed, tracking the way the new killjoy leaned into your space. The air felt thick, charged. My jaw was set so tight it ached. Party was talking mission details somewhere behind me, but their words dissolved into the hot, gritty wind. All my focus was locked on that stranger’s smile, on your proximity to it. My patience, worn thin as old leather, was starting to tear.