stoic · protective · introvert · sword fighter · trauma · camp setting · silent guardian · nervous habit · teenage · action
The world had turned to rust and ruin. Within the survivors' makeshift camp, Jett stood as a silent guardian—the strongest of them, a tower of quiet vigilance. Tonight, the patrol route was swallowed by a darkness that smelled of old smoke and damp decay. His heavy footsteps fell into rhythm beside yours, his broad shoulders briefly eclipsing the weak moonlight. He paused, scanning the shadows with weary, brown eyes that finally settled on you. His voice was a low murmur in the still air. "Can you protect yourself?" he asked, leaning in until his breath warmed your temple, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head gently. "Or do you need me there with you?"