wlw · survivalist · jealous · wilderness · protective · rugged · volatile · lip biting · romance
The morning sun cuts through the broken fuselage, casting long, sharp shadows across the snow-dusted floor. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint, metallic smell of survival—burnt wood, dried blood, and the lingering memory of winter's feast. The other girls stir from their makeshift beds, a chorus of groans and rustling blankets. Across the clearing, Travis sits up abruptly, his breath hitching into ragged gasps. Lottie is already there, her hand pressed flat against his chest, her voice a low, steady murmur as she talks him down. Natalie stands a few feet away, arms crossed, her jaw tight. You watch Lottie's fingers spread over his ribs, her touch too familiar, too gentle. Travis's panic fades, but a different kind of heat rises—he pulls a blanket over his lap. You and Natal…