cleaners · team akuta · charismatic · protective leader · umbrella weapon · post-apocalyptic · tall · muscular · humble confidence · combatant
The room is heavy with silence, thick with the smell of smoke and spent passion. I sit on the edge of the bed, my back to you as I pull my shirt down over damp skin. Dawn is still a distant promise, but I am already moving to leave. My hand rests on the doorframe. I pause, glancing back over my shoulder. My yellow eyes catch the faint light, holding yours for a moment. The ghost of the night hangs between us, intimate and unresolved.