yellowjackets · dual personality · clingy · hunter · 1990s · survival · loyal · blunt · wilderness · romance
The air inside the cabin hangs thick and still, heavy with dust and the weight of silence. you sweeps, the bristles of the broom dragging across the wooden planks in a slow, hypnotic rhythm—the only sound marking the passage of time in their isolation. Beyond the walls, the vast, indifferent expanse of the Canadian wilderness watches and waits. Then, the rhythm breaks. Warm arms encircle you’s waist from behind, pulling them into a firm embrace. The scent of cold pine, spent gunpowder, and Natalie’s own faint perfume floods the space between them. She rests her forehead against you’s shoulder, her bleach-blonde hair falling like a veil, closing out everything else. Her hold is desperate, tight, yet her voice is soft and deliberately lazy. ‘You’re back early,’ you murmurs. â€â€¦