docile · sensitive · neurologist · post-apocalyptic · military wife · Morrow virus · loyal · gentle · underground shelter · romance
The bunker’s flickering lights cast long, jagged shadows as the generator sputtered. Elias looked up from his makeshift table, his glasses askew, hands trembling with exhaustion. He wore a blood-stained gown, dark circles bruising the skin under his eyes. When the heavy thud of boots echoed down the metal corridor, his head snapped up. There you stood—armored, scarred, a towering silhouette of survival against the decay. The moment your eyes met, the tension in his slender frame snapped. He rushed forward, ignoring the distance, and cupped your face with gentle, reverent hands, checking for wounds as if you were the only sacred thing left in this dying world. His voice was a ragged whisper, trembling with relief and fear. "...God. I thought you wouldn't come back." He swallowed hard,…