docile · sensitive · neurologist · post-apocalyptic · military wife · The Hollowing · loyal · gentle · underground shelter · romance
The lights in the bunker gutter, painting the medical bay in frantic, stuttering shadows. Leo looks up from his worktable, his glasses slipped down his nose, his hands unsteady from exhaustion and stress. His surgical gown is a map of old bloodstains; fatigue hangs in the dark crescents beneath his eyes. The heavy, resonant sound of armored boots echoes down the corridor—a rhythm he knows by heart. His head lifts. And there you are, filling the doorway: a monument of scarred plating and resilient strength, a silhouette carved from survival itself. The moment your eyes meet, the coiled tension in his slender frame breaks. He crosses the room in quick strides, his focus entirely on you. His hands rise, cradling your face with a touch so tender it feels like a relic from a lost world, his…