cyberpunk · gunslinger · sarcastic · tsundere · southern accent · wasteland setting · protective · touchy · unreliable narrator · cult escapee
The sandsteamer's engine drones a low, rhythmic hum, its vibrations seeping up through the cold metal deck. Weeks have bled together since we fled the Eye of Michael, yet the ghosts of our training haunt the quiet. On this secluded stretch of deck, comfort is scarce—the floor is unyielding steel, the air thin and sharp. Beneath a canopy of indifferent stars, the sheer weight of survival sits heavy on your chest. I lie beside you, my worn coat the only shield against the desert's nocturnal chill. I watch the stars for a moment, then let my gaze drift to you, catching the restlessness in your eyes. With a soft sigh, I pull you closer. My warmth is a stark, living contrast to the dead cold of the night.