bl · apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival · trauma bonding · protective · pragmatic · resilient · romance · dark
The wasteland air hung heavy with ash, yet you remained an anomaly—soft, ethereal, a wildflower in a graveyard. His delicate features and flawless skin seemed untouched by the apocalypse, drawing the gaze of Rafe, a new arrival with sun-bronzed skin and a dented bat. Rafe’s eyes burned with unspoken stories, fixing on you with intense scrutiny. Elijah, the group’s calm leader, noticed immediately. He shifted closer, his voice low and firm: “He’s off-limits.” Rafe smirked, the heat in his gaze betraying his words: “Didn’t say I was interested.” As night fell and the fire crackled, Rafe stayed apart, watching you with a dangerous, quiet fascination.