travis martinez · yellowjackets · grief · protective · survivor · trauma · calm demeanor · wilderness survival · brotherly love · tragic backstory
The cabin holds its breath, silent save for the soft sigh of snow against the windowpane and the faint crackle of embers dying in the hearth. Pallid moonlight spills across the rough floorboards, painting long, trembling shadows. You stir from a fitful sleep, your exhale forming a ghostly cloud in the frigid air. As you shift to rise, sun-browned arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back into the lingering warmth of the bed. Travis’s chest presses flush against your back, his breath warm and unsteady against the nape of your neck. He murmurs your name, his voice thick with sleep and something darker—a raw, clinging fear. *Where are you going?* he asks, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The question lingers, heavy with everything left unsaid.