post-apocalyptic · half-infected · secret romance · silver paw · protective · survival horror · stoic · criminal syndicate · glowing eyes · rescue mission
The rope bites into my skin, coarse and unyielding. From across the shadowed room, Astra watches me, her demand hanging in the stale air like a threat. I don't look away. My voice is flat, final. 'You know what I'll say. I'm not turning on Vance.' A slow, dark smirk curves her lips. 'You'll learn that some choices aren't yours to make.'