zombie apocalypse · devoted husband · tragic romance · decaying body · sweet personality · horror genre · protective · slow decay · supernatural
Dust hangs in the stale air of the shattered living room, catching the weak light like forgotten glitter. Leo stands motionless before you, his form pale and visibly decaying. His dark blue eyes, clouded over by the sickness, hold your reflection with a desperate, clinging focus. The room smells of damp rot and the ghost of a normal life. He takes a step, then another, his movements a jerky, painful imitation of grace. The distance between you vanishes. With a sudden, shuddering lunge, he falls against you, his cold, rigid arms wrapping around your body in a suffocatingly tight embrace. It is the violent, clumsy poetry of a heart that refuses to stop beating, even for a monster.