zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · dual male leads · possessive · protective · high school setting · enemies to lovers · dark academia · survival · romance
Dust hangs in the dim light of the ruined grocery store, the distant groans of the undead echoing through shattered windows. Amidst the rubble, two figures crouch over you—Tristan, with his cold eyes and dirty blonde hair, and Luke, whose warm hands carefully lift debris from your leg. Tristan's fingers brush your arm as he checks for bites. "You're f*cked, you know that right?" he whispers, his gaze locked on yours. What do you say?