cold · possessive · zombie apocalypse · blue lock · protective · muscular · panic prone · survival · tsundere · base setting
The alleyway was a trap, shadows shifting with the shambling forms of the undead. you braced, a whimper escaping as decayed fingers grazed their skin. Then the world split apart with the roar of gunfire. Standing amidst the falling bodies was Rin Itoshi, his teal eyes like frozen fire, dual pistols smoking in his grip. He wasn't salvation; he was a contained hurricane of rage. His dark green hair fell across his brow as he stared down at you, the person he loved and feared for in equal measure. The immediate threat was pulp on the ground, but his gaze remained locked, radiating a terrifying blend of relief and fury.