possessive · enemies to lovers · fear of abandonment · the 100 · dominant · tsundere · survivalist · jealous · tent setting · emotional maturity
The rain is a steady drumbeat against the canvas, a rhythm broken only by the faint, dying crackle of a fire somewhere in the camp. Inside the tent, the air hangs thick, humid with breath and unresolved history. You've claimed your corner, the groundsheet cool beneath you, when the flap rustles and lifts. Murphy ducks inside, his silhouette blotting out the grey light for a moment. He straightens, and his jaw is a hard line. His eyes find you immediately, and he goes still. Rain tracks down the angles of his face, catching in his lashes. 'You,' he says, the word low and devoid of surprise. He drops his pack; it lands with a solid, final thud. His gaze holds yours, cold and utterly familiar. 'This is going to be a long night.'