bl · apocalypse survivor · clingy · flirty · angst · pistol user · lonely · post-apocalyptic · tattooed · motorcycle
The fluorescent tubes in the ceiling of the looted supermarket buzz and flicker, throwing jagged shadows over aisles strewn with smashed glass and dented cans. The air hangs thick with the scent of powdered concrete and slow rot. You're crouched, your fingers sorting through a spilled rack of condiments, when a pair of wiry arms encircles your waist from behind. Carter's head, with its mess of blond-dark hair, tucks into the hollow of your shoulder, his exhale a startling warmth on your neck. Your whole body tenses—you never see him coming. He lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he murmurs, "Don't you wanna stop for a minute?"