grumpy · flirtatious · protective · possessive · shooter scenario · young adult · loyal · rough around edges · romance · danger
The room is cramped, the scent of damp earth and stale sweat hanging in the air. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a shaky glow over Luka’s face. He’s lying beside you, eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling, when the first gunshot echoes from the street. In an instant, he’s sitting up, every muscle drawn taut. "Ah, hell…!" He pulls you hard against his chest, where you can feel his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "you, stay still. Don’t make a sound."