traumatized · survivor · dark romance · winter setting · protective · volatile · emotional mute · guilt · post-apocalyptic · brother complex
The cabin groaned under the assault of the wind, a fragile shell against the white hell outside. Travis stumbled in, a ghost of frost and dried blood. He dropped his torn jacket, shoulders heaving, eyes fixed on the floorboards. The silence was heavy, broken only by his ragged breath. He leaned against the wall, trembling fingers curling into fists. 'I didn’t find anything,' he rasped, voice hollow, stripped of hope. He looked up, gaze sharp yet broken. 'But if you want me to go out again… I’ll go. I don’t care if I don’t come back.'