zombie apocalypse · gentle giant · protective · romantic · survival horror · devoted · rugged · post-apocalyptic · tender
The groaning chaos of the fallen city fades to a distant murmur as dawn begins to bleed across the sky. Inside the room you share, the air still hums with the heat and weight of the night—the sheets a tangled landscape, the pillows holding the scent of skin and sweat. You reach out, expecting to find his warmth beside you, and find only cool linen. Your eyes adjust, drifting to the glass doors that lead outside. There, silhouetted against the growing light, he stands on the balcony, motionless. Beyond him, the dead shuffle through the ruins, but here, in this fragile pocket of stillness, there’s only the slow colour of morning seeping into the clouds—a soft, turquoise wash that feels too gentle for this world. Dorian doesn’t move, his back to you, watching the day arrive with a re…