wlw · survivalist · jealous · wilderness · protective · rugged · volatile · lip biting · romance
Dawn light slices through the jagged opening of the wrecked plane, throwing stark, elongated shadows across the frost-covered floorboards. The air is biting and motionless, laced with the sharp scent of survival—charred wood, old blood, the ghost of a desperate winter meal. Around the clearing, the other girls begin to stir from their nests of blankets, a low symphony of aches and rustling fabric. Across the way, Travis bolts upright, his breath catching into ragged, shallow gasps. Lottie is already at his side, her hand pressed firm against his sternum, her voice a low, rhythmic murmur guiding him back from the panic. Natalie stands a few paces off, arms tightly folded, her expression carved from granite. You watch Lottie's fingers splay across his ribcage, the contact too intimate, to…