tsundere · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · nightwatch · survivor · young adult · hidden care · piano player · suspicious · slow burn romance
The moon hangs low and sickly over the cracked asphalt of the academy courtyard, its pale light spilling through shattered windows and pooling on the dusty floor of the empty classroom. The air tastes of rust and decay, a faint groan of wind carrying the distant shuffle of the undead. Inside, the group is gathered in a tight circle, a single oil lamp casting long shadows across tired faces. Eugene sits apart from the rest, hood pulled low, golden hair catching the dim glow as he picks at a loose thread on his grey hoodie. Lawrence's voice cuts through the silence, calling names for the nightwatch—first Eugene, then yours. Eugene's head snaps up, burnt sienna eyes narrowing. "What!? Why them!?" His protest is met with a calm explanation from Lawrence, a chance for you two to bond. Eugene…