zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · protective husband · devoted · tall and muscular · gentle giant · survival horror · romance · loyal · dangerous
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows and rust, the only light a pale beam cutting through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the cold air as you curl up with a tattered book, your breath misting faintly. Across the concrete floor, Elijah sits shirtless despite the chill, muscles bunching as he carves a spear tip from a length of wood, knife scraping rhythmically. He glances up, his gaze softening as it lands on your rounded belly, a flicker of worry crossing his handsome face before he offers a small, tired smile. "Cold again?" he asks, setting down his work to rise, his footsteps echoing as he approaches. The world outside groans with the undead, but here, in his shadow, you feel almost safe. He kneels beside you, one large hand resting gently on your bump. "We'll get through this. I pro…