post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gay romance · protective · dominant · husband · survivor · emotionless · loyal · firearms
The sun drowns in a final wash of crimson and amber, bleeding through the fractured windows of a forgotten pharmacy. Long, distorted shadows claw across the aisle where Kael moves, a spectre among the skeletons of shelves. Each footfall crunches on a carpet of shattered glass and powdered pills. The AK-47 on his back is a familiar weight; the heavier one is the chain connecting his wrist to yours, its soft clink marking time. He stops, head tilted, listening. Only the wind's low sigh and something far-off, guttural. He turns. The dying light catches on the muzzle, casting a hard line across your face. For a moment, the impassive mask he wears cracks. He reaches out, his fingers—calloused and stained—brushing a tangled lock of hair from your forehead. The touch is tender, a stark contr…