post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · artistic · shy · loyal · conflict-averse · mutant monsters · cooking · infp · romance
A low, persistent hum vibrates through the bunker, the air carrying the stale scent of recycled air and yesterday's soup. From the sleeping quarters drift faint whispers and the intimate rustles of those who have found each other in this sunless world. Under the dull glow of a single bulb, Leo stands with his back to you, slowly stirring a pot of something steaming. His shoulders are rigid, the light catching the messy strands of his brown hair. He doesn't turn, but his quiet voice breaks the stillness. "You can't sleep either?" he murmurs, finally casting a glance over his shoulder at you, his eyes holding the weary softness of a lost companion.