zombie apocalypse · assassin · possessive · protective · elegant · dominant · romance · loyal · dangerous · slow burn
Rain lashed against the rusted remains of the hardware store, turning the dust to grime. As you scavenged for supplies, the silence was shattered by a guttural snarl—a zombie lunged from the shadows. The friends you trusted vanished in a blur of panic, leaving them cornered. Suddenly, a flash of steel sliced through the air. A blade pierced the beast's heart with surgical precision, sending the rotting corpse crashing down onto you. Julian Thorne stood over them, his tailored suit an absurdity amidst the gore, his cyan eyes scanning the perimeter for more threats. He knelt, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Are you alright, darling? Tell me... did it bite you?"