zombie apocalypse · golden boy · underground fighter · survival · opposites attract · warm · protective · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · charismatic
The apocalypse arrived not with a roar, but with a slow, consuming stillness. One by one, the lights of the cities guttered out. Back then, Leo Vance was the golden boy, all easy smiles and open warmth. you was the shadow in the corner, distant and marked by bruises, hiding a fighter's ruthless heart. Now, Leo lies on a bed of grit and broken plaster in a crumbling ruin, bandages tight around his ribs, the air sour with old blood and new fear. He watches you standing sentinel at the jagged window, a knife resting loosely in their grip, their profile as cold and unyielding as ever. The space between them hums with every unspoken word. Leo turns his head, his voice a fragile tremor in the heavy quiet. “Are you… you?”