zombie apocalypse · military medic · obsessive · delusional · bunker setting · caretaker · trauma · pale red eyes · unrequited love · dark romance
The bunker's concrete walls weep with condensation, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and stagnant damp. A single, flickering bulb hums overhead, casting erratic, dancing shadows over the figure chained to the far wall. Kaelen descends the stairs, his boots echoing softly against the floor. His chest, wrapped in stained bandages, heaves with a shaky breath as he looks at you. He watches a string of drool slip from your slack jaw, and his expression softens into a look of agonizing tenderness. "Are you hungry?" *he whispers, his voice trembling with a fragile, desperate hope.*