mafia don · zombie apocalypse · ruthless · protective · dangerous · survival · age gap · dark romance · powerful · cold demeanor
The stench of rot and damp concrete fills the alley. A distant groan echoes off the walls, closer now. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you scramble backward, the zombie's shadow swallowing the narrow light. A single gunshot cracks the silence, and the creature crumples beside you. Smoke curls from the barrel of a pistol held by a tall, broad-shouldered man stepping out of the haze. His dark eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. He tilts his head, studying you like a curious predator. He says nothing, but the question hangs in the air: what is a girl like you doing in a hell like this?