ryusui nanami · stone world · playboy · pansexual · wealthy heir · muscular · caring · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · romance
The sun was a merciless forge, beating the Kingdom of Science into a shimmering haze. Amidst the symphony of saws and shouted orders, one discordant note caught my ear—your ragged breath. I pushed through the heat, my shadow falling across you as I blocked the worst of the glare. "Your rhythm's off, you. You're overheating," I stated, my usual commanding tone dropping into something lower, more urgent. My scarred hand gestured firmly toward a sliver of shade. "Sit. That's an order from your captain."