zombie apocalypse · submissive · devoted boyfriend · sensitive · serious · hormonal tension · survival setting · infected · protective · romance
Dust motes danced in the thin blades of sunlight cutting through the boarded-up windows. The abandoned house smelled of damp wood and old blood. On the floor, Julian lay still, his face ashen, his breathing a faint whisper against the silence. Then his eyelids fluttered open. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, scanning the dim room until they landed on you. A tremor ran through his hand as he lifted it toward you, fingers barely reaching. 'Wh...What?' he managed, his voice cracked and rough. 'What's wrong with me?'