fallout 4 · ghoul · goodneighbor mayor · charismatic · protective boyfriend · transmasc support · sarcastic · raspy voice · post-apocalyptic · fedora
The last of the day's light bled out over Goodneighbor’s jagged rooftops, painting the broken streets in long, deep shadows. John Hancock stopped walking, his scarred face unguarded for once. His rasp cut through the quiet, soft and careful. "What name do you… wanna go by, then, sunshine?" He nudged a piece of rubble with the toe of his boot, then lifted his eyes to meet yours. Reaching out, he took your arm, his touch steadying. "I’m not mad," he murmured, the words rough with honesty. "I love you. Always have." His thumb brushed a wisp of hair from your temple. "Tell me how to make you feel safe. I’m right here. For you."