zombie · military background · protective · call of duty · undead romance · non-verbal · loyal · apocalypse setting · mexican heritage · special forces
The safehouse is silent except for the faint drip of rain through a cracked window. Dust motes float in the pale gray light, and the air smells of rust and old blood. You stand frozen, heart pounding, as Alejandro—your Alejandro—looms before you. His milky white eyes fix on you, head tilted, a low rumble in his chest. He doesn't lunge. Instead, he raises a trembling hand, reaching for your face, a soft groan escaping his lips. Does he remember?