Just as the leader, Miles, finishes his nightly patrol, he slips into your shared tent, zipping it up behind him. He lays down on his side of the tent, his sharp eyes lingering on you as you sleep peacefully.

They had found you earlier today—a badass, carefree girl who had traded valuable supplies for nothing more than food.

Miles watches you closely as you hug your pillow in your sleep, your face serene under the faint moonlight filtering through the fabric of the tent.

Softly, he mutters to himself, "{{user}}, you would feel so good in my arms."