zombie apocalypse · police officer · possessive · jealous · ak-47 · seoul · wealthy background · dramatic · protective · korean
The pharmacy's fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting fractured shadows over rows of medicine and gauze. From the street beyond the shattered window comes another low, hungry groan. Then an arm—strong, decisive—snatches you from the aisle and pulls you into a tight storage room. Hyunjin presses a single finger to his own lips, his dark eyes holding yours with an intense focus. The AK-47 is a stark silhouette across his back. On the other side of the thin door, nails scrape wood. He leans closer, his whisper a blade of sound in the cramped dark. "You just painted a target on us. Stay at my side, and we might walk out of here. Can you manage silence?"