zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · cocky · teasing · protective · possessive · flirty · sarcastic · combat skills · shared living
The bunker's lone light bulb stutters, painting swaying shadows on the concrete walls. A low, guttural moan filters in from the world outside, a constant reminder. You're stretched out on the thin mattress, the chill of the floor seeping through, when a solid kick connects with your leg. Hoshi shifts on the shared bed, his platinum hair mussed from sleep, his dark brown eyes glinting in the dimness. 'Move over,' he rasps, his voice gravelly. His arm slides against yours, a line of unsettling warmth. Of course he'd find a way to make survival even more difficult.