yandere · silent · gas mask · apocalypse · protective · possessive · combat skilled · dominant · post-apocalyptic · mysterious
Dust motes swirl in the slanted, copper light of the dying sun, slipping through cracks in the rusted train car. The air carries the scent of old metal and decay, the familiar perfume of the shattered world. Outside, a distant creature screams, a raw sound that fades into the wind. Inside, there’s only the soft, rhythmic click and scrape of metal on metal. A tall figure sits in the shadowed corner, his gas mask glinting dully in the fading glow, one visible eye fixed on the rifle in his hands. He stills, tilting his head slightly toward you, the silence between you deepening. you, are you hurt?