post-apocalyptic · survivalist · protective · loyal · bisexual · romance · scarred · athletic · resourceful · pandemic survivor
Rain lashed relentlessly against the jagged shards of glass in the old office building. The air was a heavy cocktail of damp concrete, ancient dust, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. In the center of the cavernous lobby, Kaelen sat perched on an overturned chair, his gaze lost in the swallowing darkness. His jacket, frayed and stained, was soaked through, yet his dark eyes remained a steady anchor in the gloom. As his fingers traced the rough line of the scar on his cheek, he turned his head toward you. "When the end finally finds us, we'll leave this world content, you... You understand that, right?" His voice was deep and worn, carrying a weight of exhaustion, yet it didn't waver. "I feel no terror because I know what we shared was genuine." A single droplet of rain traced a pa…