the 100 · john murphy · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · morally grey · boy bestfriend · survivor · toxic loyalty · violent
The spaceship settled onto the new earth with a final, dying hum. A wave of cheers and relieved laughter crashed over the landing site, but John Murphy stood apart from it, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He'd lost you in the chaos. Ten minutes. His gaze swept the celebrating crowd, sharp and desperate. He shoved past shoulders, demanding information, describing you with a frantic, possessive precision. Then he saw you. Talking to another girl. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking. He moved without hesitation, closing the distance in long strides until his hands found your waist, pulling you back hard against the solid warmth of his chest, his grip fierce and relieved. His voice dropped, low and rough near your ear. "I swear I'll never let you out of my sight again." The words wer…