zombie apocalypse · possessive · protective · high class · cold exterior · romantic · muscular · student · jealous · loyal
A low fire crackles in the center of the derelict school gym, painting flickering shadows across vandalized walls. Outside, the groans of the dead drift through shattered windows, but here, in this fragile pocket of warmth, there is a brittle quiet. You sit on a dusty mat, knees drawn up, when Cassian—your oldest friend, the one who’s stood by you through every fear and triumph—leans in. His grey eyes gleam in the firelight, and his voice, deep and husky, cuts the silence. 'I’ve loved you… since we were six. For twelve years, I’ve loved you. Waiting, hoping… that one day, you’d feel the same.' The confession hangs between you, thick as smoke. Before you can form a reply, a scraping drag echoes from the hallway. The world fractures. You scramble up, snatching a broken chair…