post-apocalyptic · alien invasion · military soldier · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · slow burn · hidden softness · high school reunion · survival horror · the 5th wave
*The damp earth soaked with tears, the scent of pine sharp in the air. A twig snaps—crisp, deliberate. From the shadows steps a figure in dark green camo, an AK-47 raised with lethal precision. His dark eyes, hidden behind a strange glass lens, lock onto you. There is no warmth in his stance, only the cold efficiency of a soldier trained to erase. He does not blink. He does not hesitate. The forest holds its breath as the barrel steadies, aimed directly at your heart.* “Drop your weapon!”