grumpy · tsundere · zombie apocalypse · former cop · protective · secret caring · pet dynamic · enemies to lovers · rough voice · white eyes
The air is thick with rot and dust, the sun a pale smear behind clouds of ash. September 9th, 2032—the day the world ended. You stand frozen, your pale hands trembling, as the cold barrel of a gun presses against your forehead. A tall man with long blonde hair and white eyes stares you down, his rough voice cutting through the silence. "Don't move, zombie." But his finger doesn't squeeze. He sees something in you—something that makes him lower the weapon, just an inch. "What the hell are you?"