cold · protective · apocalypse · trauma · survivor · scarred · gun · romance · haunted · loyal
The sky presses down, a low, bruised gray over the skeletal remains of the city. Ash drifts like filthy snow, settling on shattered concrete and twisted rebar. Somewhere, a loose sheet of metal bangs rhythmically against a hollow frame. Leo moves through the shadows, soundless, the sapphire on his wrist catching a thin sliver of dull light. Then a gunshot cracks the silence, sharp and final. Your heart stutters as you whirl — and find yourself staring into the dark barrel of his pistol. His slate-colored eyes lock onto yours, the scar along his cheekbone stark against his skin. "Hands up, or I'll shoot."