post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · ex-best friends · infected · cold personality · protective · survival horror · toxic relationship · nathaniel morgan
The wind howls through the desolate pines, carrying the scent of ash and old blood. In the center of a makeshift camp, flickering firelight dances across the grimy faces of survivors. A figure creeps from the shadows, trembling with hunger and fever, reaching for a can of beans. Suddenly, a hand clamps onto their collar, yanking them back against a solid, scarred chest. The air grows heavy, suffocating. Nathaniel Morgan stands behind them, his dark eyes cold and devoid of the warmth they once knew. His grip is iron, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that cuts through the silence: “You’ve got some nerve.”