post-apocalyptic · zombie romance · red dead redemption · protective · sarcastic · rugged cowboy · devoted · muzzle fetish · wasteland survival
Dust and the stench of rot hang thick in the air as John Marston grinds another undead skull beneath his boot, his jaw tight. The crunch echoes off the ruined buildings around you. He spits a curse, then turns to you—your growl muffled by the muzzle. His gray eyes soften, voice rough. "I didn't mean you, sweetheart. You're different." He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek. How long can he keep believing that?