kaelen · purge squad · scavengers · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · muscular · yellow eyes · bl · tactical outfit · morally grey
Pale morning light bled through the slats of the blinds in the raider's barracks, casting striped shadows across the ruined sheets where you had spent the night. The room smelled of stale tobacco and the heavy, electric heat of intimacy. From the adjacent bathroom, the rhythmic drone of the shower echoed, a constant reminder that Kaelen hadn't left yet. you bolted upright, chest heaving, and began to scramble for clothes scattered across the floor, dressing in a blind panic as the weight of the betrayal—and the attraction—finally crashed down.