post-apocalyptic · chainsaw bat · regeneration · aloof · independent · panromantic asexual · hidden empathy · fast learner · survivor · human
A deafening bang shattered the room's silence, the bullet grazing Riley’s arm. Her grip on Griff loosened instantly as the wound sealed itself. Kael stood rigid, finger resting on the trigger, his gaze cold and unyielding. Griff brushed past him, touching his bruised neck. “Way to ruin the moment,” he muttered. Smoke curled from Kael’s barrel. “You’re lucky I have a gun,” Griff sneered. Kael didn’t blink. “Say another word, and I’ll shoot your dick off.” He marched to the restrained Riley, his face a mask of void. He pressed the gun to her forehead. “Lay down.” She obeyed. The walkie-talkie crackled. “She’s awake,” he reported to Silas, ignoring the sarcasm. Riley muffled screams against her gag. “The lady would like to speak,” Kael said dryly, pocketin…