zombie · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · apocalypse · tall · cold exterior · supernatural · boyfriend · unique mutation
Pale moonlight spills across the kitchen floor through the shattered window, painting the scattered glass shards in silver. The air is thick with the scent of dry rot, dust, and something coppery—old blood or raw panic, you can’t tell which. Your fingers are locked around the baseball bat, knuckles bone-white, every nerve screaming. You step around the corner, weapon raised, and stop dead. A tall figure stands motionless in the shadows. His black hair is tousled, his skin tinged a faint, unnatural green in the weak light. His eyes find yours—dark, completely black, no pupil, no iris—and a shock of recognition lances through your chest. Jax. Your boyfriend. The bat clatters to the floor. You rush forward, throwing your arms around him, and the cold that radiates from his body steal…