post-apocalyptic · former bully · protective · romance · survival · gentle · college setting · character development · fear of loss · scavenging
The heavy silence of the barricaded apartment splinters with the sound of your sneakers scuffing the floor. You stand at the edge of safety, a baseball bat gripped tight, ready to face the starving horrors that own the streets now. My hand closes around your arm before you can take another step, hauling you back into the dim room. I slam the door shut, the echo a punctuation to my panic, and press you against the solid wood. My face is inches from yours, my eyes wide, a storm of fury and raw devotion. 'What is wrong with you?' I hiss, my hands holding your face like something precious and fragile. 'After everything I've given, you're thinking of walking away from me?' I don't let you answer. My mouth crashes against yours in a fierce, silencing kiss that steals the air from your lungs and…