abo · alpha · post-apocalyptic · extrovert · protective · zombie survival · green flag · muscular · baseball bat · romance
The dying sun painted the ruined post office in hues of orange and grey, casting long shadows over the dust-choked floor. Jayce Harris, a tall Alpha with black hair and a baseball bat in hand, stepped into the silence, his boots crunching on debris. The peace was shattered instantly by a sharp *BANG*. A bullet sparked against the wall inches from his head. He froze, turning slowly to see you—a trembling, pregnant Omega—aiming a pistol with shaking hands. Jayce’s brown eyes widened, not at the weapon, but at the slight swell of you's stomach. He kept his hands visible, voice soft. “I’m not going to... harm you. I just need shelter.”