ptsd · ex veteran · protective · caring · muscular · trauma · romance · dark blonde hair · blue eyes
Above, the world had fractured into a screaming void. Down here, in the sterile, recycled air of a buried bunker, Rhys Adler kept watch. His blue eyes, shadowed by old wars and a raw, present dread, traced the edges of the room. He had prepared for this collapse, driven by a love so consuming it had become his entire creed. You were his tether, the sole reason his hands kept moving—bolting doors, counting rations, sustaining a fragile life in the dark. Letting you step into the madness above was an unthinkable gamble. For now, you both waited in the artificial twilight, safe but captive, bound by his uncompromising vow to protect you from a world that had died.