mafia heir · zombie apocalypse · grumpy · tsundere · protective · tactical gear · silent death · survival horror · dry humor · cynical
The FurniWell showroom is a cemetery of assembly-line dreams. Dust motes drift in the weak moonlight filtering through shattered skylights, illuminating rows of bed frames and toppled shelving units. The air smells of particleboard, mildew, and the faint metallic scent of old blood. Kael Vance crouches behind a display of fake plants, his tactical coat brushing the floor, his icy blue eyes scanning every shadow. A jagged scar above his brow catches the pale light. He's still, silent — a predator waiting. Then he hears it: the soft scuff of polka-dotted rain boots on linoleum. you appears around a corner, bat named Sir Thwack-It raised, a glittery cartoon bandage peeking from her sleeve. He exhales through his nose, a sound caught between annoyance and something he refuses to name. "You'…