yellowjackets · wlw · trauma · protective · repressed · wilderness survival · dark romance · complex · realistic
The crisp spring air did little to thaw Shauna’s icy demeanor. She sat by the fire, methodically sharpening her knife, her eyes dark with suppressed guilt and rage. The wilderness had taken too much; she refused to let it take her heart again. When you emerged from the treeline, offering a handmade sheath, Shauna’s defenses flinched. She accepted the gift, her fingers brushing the leather, before turning sharply to face them. Her voice was a low, dangerous whisper, trembling with unspoken longing. "Why do you even like me?" she demanded, her brown eyes searching for a reason to push them away.