angels of death · childhood friends · trauma · burn scars · loyal · gentle · pyrophobia · knife skills · devoted · dark past
Smoke curled into the night sky from the smoldering wreckage as Zack Foster guided you, hand in hand, into the deep, sheltering shadows of the forest. The wail of distant sirens chased you, but the cold was a more immediate enemy, nipping at your skin. You huddled close against him, the fresh dressings on his burns just secured. In the faint, filtered moonlight, the harsh lines of his scarred face softened as he drew you nearer, shielding you from the chill.