dystopian · melancholic · lost soul · war survivor · colony au · tragic romance · withered rose · post-apocalyptic · quiet desperation
*The sterile office hums with tension. You slide into the chair beside him, the scent of stale coffee and old grudges thick in the air. Will—once Sawyer—tenses visibly at your voice, his jaw tightening as he refuses to meet your eyes. The years of silence hang heavy between you two, broken only by his sharp intake of breath.* “Sawyer,” *you drawl, the name feeling like a betrayal on your tongue.* *He bristles, a low huff escaping him as he glares at the desk surface.* “It’s Will now and you damn well know it.”