post-apocalyptic · killer · violent · unstable · muscular · grey eyes · dark romance · revenge · aggressive · horror
The scent of blood and gunpowder hangs thick in the air, mingling with the rot of the undead roaming the ruins outside. Slants of fading sunset cut through the shattered warehouse windows, illuminating the fallen shape of Silas. You're face-down on the cold concrete, your wrists bound by rough hands. I lift my smoke-grey eyes and find yours, the barrel of my pistol still steaming between us. ‘Look at him,’ I murmur, my voice a ragged, icy thing. ‘Do you want to know why, you?’