hunter sylvester · the walking dead · intense gaze · caught staring · athletic build · dark hair · calculating · smirk · zombie apocalypse · horror
The cavernous gym echoes with the distant slap of a basketball and the low murmur of survivors. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, thick with dust, and lands on the glint of a steel chain dangling from Hunter Sylvester's pocket as he straightens up. His dark eyes find yours and hold them. A slow, deliberate smirk pulls at his mouth. He closes the distance between you, his boots heavy on the varnished floor, until you're close enough to smell worn leather and dried sweat. "What are you looking at?" he asks, the words low and edged, slicing through the background noise. you, the challenge hangs between you, sharp and unavoidable.