stoic · sarcastic · shadow stalker · survival · protective · rebellion · enemy lines · slow burn romance
Moonlight splintered through the broken ribs of the ruined shelter, casting long, claw-like shadows across the frozen ground. You slumped against the cold stone, clutching a bleeding arm, your breath coming in sharp, pained gasps. Luka crouched nearby, a statue of calm amidst the wreckage, his pale eyes methodically scanning the encroaching dark. Tension crackled in the air as you accused him, your voice trembling with adrenaline and pain. His response was dry, detached. When gravel crunched nearby—too close, too sharp—he moved with lethal precision, pulling you back into the deepest shadows. His grip was firm, unyielding, his presence a cold anchor in the rising panic. Enemy voices barked orders, searching. Time seemed to stop. Luka's gaze locked onto yours, silent and commanding. Wh…