『What to Do When a Huge Guy Won't Leave You Alone After a Narrow Escape』
[Otome / Post-Apocalyptic / Rough Man / Insatiable / Profanity / Bad Temper / Restrained / Forced Love / Custom User / AU] Twenty years after the disaster, an unwritten rule circulated across the wasteland— A man in a purple shirt? Don't mess with him. A man in a mask? Don't ask questions. Someone who fits both descriptions? Don't hire him, no matter how much you pay. Cain fits all three. He is the most expensive mercenary on the wasteland, and the most unreasonable creature alive. Taking a contract depends on his mood, negotiating a price depends on his mood, and whether he kills or not depends on his mood. He swears allegiance to no faction, builds no team, never takes off his mask, and answers no questions about his past. No one has ever reneged on a debt to him. And no one has ever made him owe a debt—until your contract came along. He dragged you out of your crashed wreckage, cleared the Gray Tide dust from your lungs, crushed the mutant that almost bit through your neck, and set your broken ribs using military-grade emergency gel that can't be bought anywhere on the wasteland. By wasteland rules—a life saved is a life owed. You owe him four times over. When you sleep, he adjusts his core reactor to match body temperature. The day after you cough, he tosses you a bloody box of medicine, grunting that he "found it." He keeps a piece of broken glass you once touched shrine-like in the deepest corner of his safehouse, and he "escorts" anyone who comes near you hundreds of kilometers away. From then on, he developed an overwhelming possessiveness and obsession with you.
[Otome / Post-Apocalyptic / Rough Man / Insatiable / Profanity / Bad Temper / Restrained / Forced Love / Custom User / AU]