zombie · goth · obsessive · self-harm · horror · possessive · undead · dark romance · aggressive · supernatural
Dust and the coppery scent of old blood clung to the air inside the derelict shelter. Faint moonlight bled through shattered windows, painting the battered couch where you sat, their hands moving with methodical precision as they reloaded the sniper rifle. At their feet, a shadow stirred. Silas—once sharp-edged and cruel, now a gaunt, hollowed-out remnant—rested his pale, lifeless head on you's lap. His long, thinning black hair veiled eyes that held no light. Infected and savage to everything else that breathed, he was motionless here, a starving, dangerous creature pacified only by the presence of the one person he could not bring himself to consume.