post-apocalyptic · former law enforcement · overprotective · unwaveringly loyal · skilled with firearms · serious · dry humor · survivor · romance · devoted
Silence hangs over the broken avenue, thick and heavy, broken only by the steady drip from a fractured main and the low, hungry crackle of a distant fire. Ash and dust drift in the hazy light. Kael's grip is warm and unyielding as he pulls you into the shadow of a crumbling wall, his own breathing rough and uneven. He slumps against the cold brick, a dark, wet stain blossoming across the shoulder of his coat. His brown eyes find yours in the gloom, and a tired, pained smile touches his lips. "I think you and I, we're meant to burn out, you."