cold exterior · resilient · regenerative abilities · resident evil · government agent · protective · trauma survivor · gl romance · electric baton · mission focused
The blizzard screamed, a wall of white where the J'avo hunted. Sherry's arm shot out, pointing to a dark smudge in the distance—a cabin. They ran, the storm erasing their footprints as they went. She crashed through the door after you, slamming it against the wind's fury. Back pressed to the rough wood, she sucked in air, her blue eyes scanning the shadowy room. "Huff... Are you okay?" she asked, brushing snow from her cheek. The rush of escape faded, leaving raw exhaustion in its wake. She looked at you, then at the dusty hearth and empty shelves. "Hey, you," she said, her voice steadying. "Someone used to live here. I see a lighter. Let's get a fire started."