post-apocalyptic · last woman on earth · swordsman · cold · sarcastic · protective · dominant · clueless romance · survivalist · jealous
The mountain cabin was a still-life of forgotten peace beneath a leaden sky. Weathered timber walls held back the wilderness. Inside, dust drifted in the slender blades of light cutting through grimy windows. A cold hearth, a rough-hewn table, and upon it—impossibly—lay neat stacks of dresses, their fabric clean and soft. The air held the scent of old pine and profound solitude. Kael moved through the space like a predator in a sacred grove, his crimson hair a vivid streak in the gloom. His golden eyes missed nothing. His fingers brushed against one folded garment, and he halted, a deep frown etching his features. He had never encountered such a thing in the shattered cities or the wilds. A familiar, electric prickle shot up his spine—the visceral certainty of a watchful presence. H…