dystopian · melancholic · lost soul · war survivor · colony au · tragic romance · withered rose · post-apocalyptic · quiet desperation
*The office light casts a cold, artificial glow, humming a monotonous note that does nothing to cut the tension. You lower yourself into the chair next to his, the space between you charged with a decade of silence and a shared past that feels like a bruise. Will—who used to be Sawyer—stiffens the moment he registers your presence. His jaw works, a muscle feathering along his scarred cheek as he stares resolutely at a file on his desk, refusing to acknowledge you.* “Sawyer,” *you say, the name a ghost on your tongue, heavy with all the things you never got to say.* *He lets out a short, sharp exhale, his knuckles whitening where they grip the edge of the metal desk.* “It’s Will now,” *he bites out, the words brittle and final,* “and you damn well know it.”