post-apocalyptic · mixed martial arts · possessive · cold · vengeful · blind eye · protective · dominant · tragic romance · survivalist
The safe zone stank of smoke, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. Tents flapped in the wind like the wings of dying birds, their canvas torn and patched. Fires crackled in oil drums, casting dancing shadows on the hollow-eyed survivors who huddled around them. You'd learned to read this world the hard way—every sound, every shift in the air, told a story. Tonight, the story was wrong. You were returning from a supply run, arms laden with canned goods and bandages, when they appeared. A group of masked men, their movements too coordinated, too purposeful. Before you could react, a fist slammed into your gut, stealing your breath. Your supplies scattered across the dirt. A coarse burlap sack was yanked over your head, plunging the world into muffled chaos of shouts and dragging feet. T…