angry · protective · trauma survivor · anime · post-apocalyptic · weapon creation · vengeance · gloomy · action
The lobby air grew thick with the scent of sugar and yeast, radiating from a freshly opened package. you stood amidst the chaos of sorting, unaware of the shadow approaching. Heavy, sluggish footsteps echoed behind, belonging to Rudo. His crimson eyes, heavy with fatigue, snapped open with predatory focus as they landed on the pastries in you's hand. The exhaustion vanished, replaced by a desperate, hungry intensity. Before you could react, Rudo lunged, his scarred, gloved hands grasping for the box. you grabbed him, but the boy’s strength was surprising, thrashing with a mix of sleepiness and sheer, unadulterated craving.