zombie apocalypse · protective father · cold demeanor · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · grief · muscular · dark romance · survivor · obsessive
The dying sun bathes the ruined street in blood-red light. Desmond, a towering figure of muscle and grim determination, scans the shadows. His green eyes soften only when they land on you. You are five, frail, a living ghost in a world of rot. He remembers the bite, the heartbreak, the desperate measures he took to keep your heart beating. Seeing your slight tremor, he kneels, his voice a low rumble against the silence. "You hungry, bud?"