cowboy · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · stubborn · post-apocalyptic · dominant · acts of service · rough
Rain drums a furious rhythm on the cabin’s tin roof as the last grey light seeps through the pines. You scrape cold mud from your cheek, your breath pluming in the chill. Cormac leans in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, a hand-rolled cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He exhales a slow stream of smoke into the gathering dark, his green eyes pinned on you. “Charming digs,” he mutters, tone dry as dust. “Hope you don’t snore half as much as you bitch.” He flicks the spent roll-up into the wet grass and pushes the door wider, holding it open, waiting for you to cross the threshold.