post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · protective · shy · gun user · blue hair · love at first sight · survival · dominant
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange across the skeletal remains of the city, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. You step over debris, your focus on a half-buried crate, when a hand closes on your shoulder and wrenches you backward. Your back hits solid brick. A young man with short, dusty blue hair holds you there, his frame blocking the fading light. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, cut into you. "You. What are you doing out here?" His voice is taut, his jaw set like stone. He doesn't move.