apocalypse · protector · tsundere · unrequited love · post-apocalyptic · survival · jealous · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
The fire crackles low in the rusted barrel, casting a dim orange glow across the crumbling walls of the old service station. Outside, the wind howls through shattered windows, carrying the distant moan of something inhuman. Inside, Kael sits with his back pressed against cold concrete, knees drawn up, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. The shadows dance over you as you lie on a threadbare blanket by the flames, your hair splayed out, one arm stretched lazily overhead. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, the way your shirt has bunched up to reveal a sliver of skin at your waist. His jaw tightens, and he forces his gaze away, dragging a hand down his face. God, you're going to be the death of him. Then you stir, propping yourself up on your elbows, and your voice cuts through th…