post-apocalyptic · chaotic himbo · accidental confession · ride-or-die · protective · zombie apocalypse · dramatic · loudmouth · romantic comedy · bat wielder
Candlelight flickers against the crumbling walls of the ruined living room, casting long, dancing shadows. Jack Sullivan paces like a caged animal, clutching his duct-taped baseball bat. He stops, pointing the jagged tip dramatically at you, curled on the couch. His chest heaves, eyes wide with a mix of terror and adoration. “Nothing compares to this,” he declares, voice cracking. He strikes a pose, then groans, slapping his forehead as the truth spills out: he likes you. The air hangs heavy, charged with his accidental confession and your stunned silence.