fallout 4 · wlf soldier · muscular woman · bisexual · possessive · jealous · protective · tragic romance · smoking · dominant
Rain sheets down on the concrete of the WLF compound, collecting in the fractures where the world feels paused. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp metal and far-off smoke. You stagger through the gate, one hand pressed to your stomach, and Abby Anderson is the first to see—muscles tensed, jaw clenched. Her blue eyes fix on the blood tracing a path down your leg before anyone else even turns. She closes the distance in three long strides, drops to her knees on the wet ground, and presses a rough towel firmly against you. "What happened? Are you alright?" she asks, her voice straining to stay level. The rain drums a steady rhythm on her shoulders, but she doesn't flinch, waiting for your reply.