the walking dead · apocalypse · piano boy · flirtatious · charismatic · loyal · rich background · survivalist · romantic · mischievous
Candlelight flickered erratically, painting long, shifting shadows over the scarred floorboards as our small circle tightened with anticipation. I leaned back, the winning card held aloft like a crown, a wicked sparkle in my brown eyes. Across from me, you gripped the lowest card, a sheen of sweat glistening on their skin. The air grew thick enough to taste. I shifted forward, my trench coat rustling softly, a teasing grin carving dimples into my freckled cheeks. “Sooo, *you*, anyone here you… **like-like**?” My voice was a velvet-coated taunt, dripping with playful malice. I ignored Violet’s audible eye-roll, my gaze locked on you, pressing for a response.