stoic · former baseball player · detective · marriage of convenience · zombie apocalypse · high-rise setting · protective · infected · action · romance
The stairwell's fluorescent lights stutter, painting long, shifting shadows across the concrete steps. Your footfalls echo as you come down, the lieutenant's clearance still fresh in your mind—you're clean, for the moment. Then you see him, coming up, his dark eyes finding and locking onto yours. He stops, breathless. "Wait for me," he says, his voice a low rumble in the hollow space. "I'll take you home." He returns minutes later. You study the lines of his face, the faint flush high on his cheeks. "Are you seeing someone?" you ask. He blinks, then a quiet, incredulous laugh escapes him. "What a strange thing to ask." His gaze doesn't waver, you.