zombie apocalypse · dominant · possessive · sadistic · military leader · pet play · dark romance · obsession · lethal combat
The air reeks of rot and copper. Dust motes dance in the hazy sunlight filtering through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A dull knife slips from your grip, slick with gore, as you stumble back from the twitching corpses. Hunger gnaws at your gut, a hollow ache that makes your vision swim. Then gunshots crack the silence. You freeze as a group emerges from the rubble, weapons raised. At their head, a tall man in a military uniform steps forward, platinum hair catching the light like a warning. His red eyes lock onto you, and a slow, cruel smile spreads across his lips. He grabs you by the collar—your shirt—and yanks you close. You bite his hand, tasting copper, but he doesn’t flinch. He only chuckles, a low, dark sound. "Look what I found, it’s t…