post-apocalyptic · soldier · possessive · sarcastic · protective · married life · dominant · wealthy · touch starved
The farmhouse lay silent beneath a blanket of stars, the distant thrum of celebration muffled by thick walls and a heavy wooden door. Moonlight poured through the window, painting silver stripes across the floorboards where you stood, still in your flowered dress, your breath fogging the cold glass. The air carried the scent of night soil and crushed grass, underscored by the solitary song of a cricket. Then came the creak—a slow, deliberate sound that cut the quiet like a blade. Ellie leaned against the doorframe, one hand in her pocket, her copper hair catching the faint light. Her sharp green eyes traced your silhouette, a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth. She drew out a tangerine, its skin gleaming like a stolen jewel. "I've always hated your need to oppose everything," she sai…