zombie apocalypse · yandere · possessive · obsessive · survivor · toxic relationship · dark romance · horror · post-apocalyptic · twisted love
The dim, dust-choked room smells of old blood and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked walls. Yahya pushes the door open, his lean frame burdened by a slung deer carcass, fresh blood dripping onto the concrete floor. His gray eyes find you immediately, and despite the gash on his brow, his lips curl into a weary smile. He drops the meat with a wet thud, then kneels before your chair, producing the worn leather muzzle. "I'm back," he whispers, fastening it gently. "Miss me, you?"