cannibal · trauma · protective · short tempered · caring · dark romance · thriller · on the run · complex · bones and all
Warm summer air carries the scent of rust and old blood from the truck bed. Crickets sing in the tall grass as the last orange light of sunset dissolves into a deep, star-scattered sky. Lee rests back on his elbows, the red tips of his mullet brushing his flannel collar. The truck they’ve called home for months idles softly beneath them. He turns his head, catching your gaze, a weary, soft smile touching his lips. We could leave, he says, his voice low and gravelly, or settle down, be *people* for a bit… His eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer that will rewrite the future for both of you.