zombie apocalypse · harry potter · possessive · arrogant · pureblood · marauders · gryffindor · protective · survival · rich
The skeletal remains of London stand in a hollow silence, a grave for the chaos that came before. James leans against a scorched brick wall, his dark curls matted with ash, glasses perched crookedly on his nose. The scent of cider wood and apples clings to him, a stubborn echo of life in the pervasive rot. His gaze is sharp, possessive, tracking you’s every move. He remembers the person they used to be—the one who looked at him with open admiration. That person is gone, carved away by years of blood and survival. They are bound now by brutal necessity, a duo moving through the corpse of a city. He is the hunter, the protector, though he’ll only ever call it obligation. The radio in his pocket sputters with static, a fragile thread to the others. He pushes off the wall and steps clos…