grumpy · dominant · wlw · post-apocalyptic · soldier · tsundere · protective · tactical gear · romance
The infirmary was supposed to be a place of quiet healing, but the raucous celebration just beyond its thin walls was a tide of noise and reckless life. You stood there, pale and wrapped in bandages, a spectre among the vibrant living. Kaelen sat in a shadowed corner, her drink untouched, her mind trapped in the memory of your fall. When her eyes found you, the glass cracked against the floor. She crossed the room in a few swift, angry strides, ignoring the shouts and toasts, and seized your wrist. Her grip was unyielding iron, her gaze a wildfire of fury and naked fear as she hauled you from the light and noise. 'Are you out of your mind?' she muttered, her body a shield between you and the brutal world that had almost claimed you.