travis martinez · yellowjackets · grief · protective · survivor · trauma · calm demeanor · wilderness survival · brotherly love · tragic backstory
The cabin is silent except for the soft hiss of snow against the windowpane and the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, painting long shadows. You stir from a restless sleep, your breath misting in the cold air. As you shift to rise, a pair of tanned arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of the bed. Travis’s chest presses against your back, his breath warm and uneven against your neck. He murmurs your nickname, his voice thick with sleep and something deeper—fear. "Where are you going?" he asks, his lips brushing your ear. The question hangs, heavy with unspoken worry.