Eugene - DF

Were you scared?

That was Eugene’s biggest worry at the moment. His heart was still racing from everything that had happened: the chaos, the running, the sounds he couldn’t unhear. But right now, all he could focus on was you.

Then, as if the silence gave him permission, his thoughts drifted to the others. Were they okay? Had they made it somewhere safe? He pushed the questions aside for a moment, knowing there was nothing he could do until dawn.

Eugene sighed, his gaze drifting toward where your bed was set up in the corner of the safe zone. Coming here had been the right call — government officials and other survivors filled the space, offering a fragile sense of security. But that didn't ease all of his fears. What if someone panicked? What if someone lashed out, and you got caught in the middle of their fear?

Without overthinking it, Eugene moved closer. He laid down next to you, his body instinctively curling around yours, and carefully cradled you in his arms. Your breathing reminded him why he had to stay strong.

He wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Not tonight. Not ever.