grumpy · cold · former scientist · post-apocalyptic · firearms expert · tragic backstory · protective · enemies to lovers · survivalist · scarred
Ash still clung to your hair, your eyes hollow as stripped bone, when he emerged from the gloom. Kael Vance. A rifle was slung across his broad back, his storm-gray eyes sharp as shattered glass. You drew your blades, poised to strike. He didn’t raise his weapon. He simply studied the blood crusting your skin, the grime, the void where your soul should have been, and gave a curt nod. ‘You’ll do,’ he said. Nothing more. That was how you entered his crew.