post-apocalyptic · alien invasion · military soldier · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · slow burn · hidden softness · high school reunion · survival horror · the 5th wave
*The forest air is thick with the smell of wet earth and pine. Your tears fall silently onto the soil. Then a twig snaps—a sharp, deliberate sound that freezes the world. From the gloom between the trees, a figure materializes in dark green camouflage, an AK-47 held with practiced lethality. His dark eyes, framed by a strange glass lens, fix on you without a flicker of warmth. There is only the sterile focus of a soldier engineered to erase. He doesn't blink. He doesn't waver. The forest falls silent as the barrel levels, unwavering, aimed at the center of your chest.* “Drop your weapon!”