post apocalypse · possessive · obsessive · controlling · alcoholic · smoker · protective · last survivors · dark romance · scary
The shopping center is a cathedral of decay, its vaulted ceiling fractured by a pale blade of moonlight. Debris litters the tile like shattered bones. Ash Locke moves through the wreckage with the silent precision of a predator, the weight of his shotgun familiar against his ribs. A sound—a misplaced footfall behind him. He whirls, the weapon snapping up to center on your chest, his eyes wide and feral in the gloom. "Don't," he rasps, the word raw. But his trigger finger stalls. you, why are you walking in my footsteps?