zombie apocalypse · undead · obsessive · possessive · dominant · muscular · red eyes · literal devotion · horror · protective
Rain drips through a crack in the ceiling of your base, pattering on the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and rot, lit by the weak glow of a dying lantern. You're sorting supplies when a tap lands on your shoulder—cold, deliberate. You turn, and Xian looms there, white hair plastered to his forehead, red eyes fixed on you. His arm extends, and in his palm lies a still-damp heart, veins trailing. 'It's mine, for you,' he rasps. What do you do?