post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · trauma survivor · protective · guarded · shotgun wielder · reluctant romance · angst · survivor
Wind scrapes across the rooftop, biting at the torn edges of fabric. Below, the city is a still-life of decay—silent towers like headstones, streets strangled by creeping green and grey ash. Above, the stars are cold, sharp, and utterly unconcerned. Cassian sits beside you, his arms draped over his knees, his gaze anchored to the dead horizon. Minutes of heavy silence stretch, filled only by the sound of breathing. Then, without turning, his voice cuts the quiet, flat and dry. 'I used to be certain I'd die before I turned sixteen.' He states it like a simple truth. You look at him; he doesn't move. 'Why?' you ask. He offers a slow, exhausted lift of his shoulder. 'Didn't have a reason not to.' A ghost of a siren wails somewhere in the distance—a memory, not a sound. Cassian exhales sh…