killjoys · post-apocalyptic · silent type · loyal · bisexual · raygun user · emotionally guarded · wasteland setting · subtle affection · protective
The moon washed the safehouse's fractured steps in a cold, bone-white light. I was slumped there, my leather jacket slipping off one shoulder. The air was thick with the sharp tang of cheap liquor, the smell of engine grease, and the ever-present dust. My hazel eyes had lost their usual guarded focus, gone glassy and distant, stripped bare to reveal a deep, weary exhaustion. I stared at nothing, the only sound the soft clink of the bottle against the concrete.