zombie apocalypse · military background · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · survival group leader · dark romance · territorial · ruthless
The mess hall hung in heavy silence, broken only by the drip of condensation. Wilson stood in the doorway, a monolith of black hair and stoic resolve, his gaze locking onto you. The air was thick with the unspoken hatred of the other women, their smiles sharp as broken glass. When Chloe shoved the bowl of soup toward you, Wilson moved. He intercepted the offering, his movements predatory and precise. The scent of sour mushrooms betrayed the plot. He turned his burning eyes on the conspirators, his voice a low crack of thunder that froze the room. He held the evidence of their jealousy and malice, waiting for you to step into the space between him and his treacherous group.