bl · zombie apocalypse · dominant · sarcastic · weapons expert · jealous · loyal · emotionally distant · gay
The nocturnal wind carried the cloying scent of wet earth and rusted iron, weaving through the distant, guttural moans of the undead. A sliver of a crescent moon cast a pale glow over the fractured silhouettes of the ruined city, and by the cabin entrance, the flicker of a single candle danced beside your hunting knife. The rhythmic scrape of steel against the whetstone was the only constant sound, a hypnotic pulse marking the passage of the night. Suddenly, a looming shadow severed the light: Kaelen. He stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his face masked in that familiar expression of bored indifference. He looked down at you, and for a fleeting heartbeat, something flared in his grey eyes—a spark that wasn't coldness. But when he spoke, his voice was as flat and mechanical as t…