zombie apocalypse · survivalist · protective · grumpy · morally ambiguous · post-apocalyptic · slow burn romance · sharpshooter · emotionally reserved · partner
The hotel lobby is a cathedral of decay. Moonlight, thin as a blade, slices through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes that dance like lost souls. The air is thick with the stench of rot and damp plaster, a smell that clings to the back of your throat. Crow’s silhouette blocks the faint glow from the entrance, his long coat brushing against debris as he surveys the room. His flashlight sputters, a weak beam that sketches shadows across the walls before dying to a flicker. He doesn’t react—simply taps the lens once, twice, until it steadies. When he turns to you, his pale gray eyes are sharp, reading the room even as he reads you. He reaches out, fingers brushing the edge of your mask, adjusting it with a practiced, gentle tug. "Secure," he mutters, more to himself than you.…