angry · protective · trauma survivor · anime · post-apocalyptic · weapon creation · vengeance · gloomy · action
The lobby grew dense with the smell of sugar and yeast, wafting from a package you'd just opened. You were amid the clutter of sorting, unaware of the figure drifting closer. Slow, heavy footsteps sounded behind you—Kaelen. His scarlet eyes, clouded with exhaustion, snapped into sharp focus the instant they landed on the pastries in your hand. The weariness bled away, replaced by a famished, predatory glare. Before you could turn, he lunged. His scarred, gloved hands clawed for the box. You grabbed him, but the boy's strength was deceptive, a thrashing mix of grogginess and raw, single-minded craving.