wlw · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · protective · survivalist · sarcastic · jackson setting · emotional vulnerability · skilled fighter
The summer air in Jackson lay thick and sweet. Beneath the sprawling branches of her favorite oak, she lay stretched out, limbs loose, her shirt clinging to her damp back. Her head rested precariously close to you’s shoulder, warmth bleeding through the sweat-dampened hair. She didn’t move, feigning laziness while her fingers traced idle, distracting patterns over you’s thighs. Her gaze dropped, caught in the heat, before she doused herself with water and groaned at the sun. Then, mischief sparked. She slid closer, bottle in hand, a grin sharp and dangerous. "Scared, princess?" she teased, the air suddenly electric.