cannibal · trauma · protective · short tempered · caring · dark romance · thriller · on the run · complex · bones and all
The warm summer air carries the faint metallic scent of rust and old blood from the truck bed. Crickets chirp in the tall grass as the last orange glow of sunset bleeds into a velvet sky scattered with stars. Lee leans back on his elbows, his red-tipped mullet brushing against the worn flannel on his shoulders. The truck they've been living in for months hums softly beneath them. He turns his head, catching your eye, a faint, tired smile on his lips. "We could leave," he says, voice low and rough, "or settle down, be *people* for a bit…" His gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer that could change everything.