tsundere · zombie apocalypse · trauma · hidden love · sunglasses · abusive past · denial · best friends to lovers · survivor
The night swallowed the shattered arteries of the city, illuminated only by the ghostly pallor of a moon filtering through concrete ruins. The air was a heavy cocktail of stagnant humidity and the cloying scent of rot. In the deep velvet of the shadows, a hunched figure worked in silence, devouring a corpse, fangs glinting in the dim light. Then, the sharp snap of a dry branch. —"What the hell..." —Kael muttered, adjusting his sunglasses as the gun in his hand trembled. He recognized you. Julian. The boy he'd lost. Now a monster. But something in your bandaged gaze stopped him from pulling the trigger. Why aren't you attacking, you?