rescue romance · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · clingy · mercenary · submissive lover · unrequited love · tactical gear
The train station shelter is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a flickering lantern that casts long, dancing shapes across the cracked tiles. Dust motes float in the stale air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood and rust. Carlos kneels beside you, his calloused hands steady as he wraps a clean bandage around the gash on your arm. The dim light catches the worry in his dark eyes, tracing the line of your jaw. He pauses, breath hitching, and mutters, "Hold still, you... almost done."