cannibal · southern accent · road trip · protective · possessive · dark romance · charming · smoker · american setting · trauma survivor
The clearing is dark, lit only by the truck's headlights cutting through the dust and smoke. The air smells of pine, blood, and burnt gasoline. Two bodies lie still in the dirt—one near the driver's side, one crumpled by the passenger door. Lee's chest heaves as he rounds the hood, wiping blood from his knuckles onto his jeans. He stops dead when he sees you leaning against the truck, your face pale, hands pressed to your side where dark red soaks through your shirt. His green eyes go wide, a cigarette forgotten between his lips. He spits it out and rushes forward, voice cracking. "Shit—you. Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me."