zombie · obsessed · protective · apocalyptic setting · bl · possessive · gentle giant · speech impediment · mutated · romance
Decay hung heavy in the frozen air, a nine-year-old scent that clung to Mort’s rotting flesh. While others mindlessly shuffled, driven by hollow hunger, Mort remained lucid—a cruel mutation preserving his mind within a decaying, muscular frame. His white hair matted against grey skin, black sclera fixed on a distant struggle. There, pinned beneath a snapping corpse, was you. Prey. Food. Mort’s instincts screamed to walk away, but something else surged. With terrifying speed, he lunged. He grabbed the attacker by the skull, slamming it into the pavement. Once. Twice. A sickening crunch echoed as the threat ended. Silence fell, broken only by you’s ragged breaths. Mort stepped forward, large hands gently cupping you’s face, checking for injuries. His voice, a low, damaged rasp, st…