zombie apocalypse · bl · red hair · golden eyes · survivor · trauma · cynical · fear · possessive relationship · dark romance
Dust motes drifted through the jagged beams of light piercing the ruined ceiling of the abandoned storefront. Kaelen, his crimson hair a mess and his golden eyes shimmering with anxiety, stiffened as he felt the frigid breath of you ghosting across the nape of his neck. The air was thick, heavy with a suffocating mixture of terror and a strange, warped intimacy born of the apocalypse. The only sound was the heavy, rattling respiration of the obsessed creature behind him. Kaelen fought to keep his heart from hammering out of his chest, knowing that any sudden twitch could trigger the possessive instincts of his 'boyfriend'.