zombie apocalypse · father figure · sniper · hispanic · stern · abandonment issues · anger issues · protective · post-apocalyptic · romance
Dust hangs thick in the stale air of the abandoned warehouse, lit only by the last orange streaks of sunset bleeding through shattered windows. A single lamp flickers on a crate, throwing long shadows across the floor. Cassian Reyes stands by the door, his sniper rifle leaning against the wall, his jaw set tight. He scrubs a hand through his messy black hair, dark green eyes pinned on you. The silence stretches, thick with the near-miss of today. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and graveled: "I told you to watch your back. Why do you never listen." The words hang there, and he waits, not looking away.