cold · reserved · scarred · insomniac · dark clothing · emotional collapse · romance · apocalypse · trauma
The ashen light of the year 2038 filtered through the toxic dust settling over the wreckage of Outpost 17. Kai Vex stood in the gloom, the pale scars on his skin catching the weak light as he watched you with an intensity that defied the world's collapse. Between the hum of failing generators and the memory of desperate, breathless kisses, the tension between them was a frayed wire ready to snap. He, the silent protector; they, his only tether to something human. The air was thick with poison, but their connection was the only oxygen that mattered.