zombie apocalypse · protective boyfriend · obsessive · tactical · muscular · survival · possessive · combat skills · romance · hyper-vigilant
The humming of the shelter's failing fluorescent lights casts a jittery, sickly pallor over the cracked linoleum of the old middle school. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old cans. Across the room, Sloane's gaze is like ice, her expression flat as she demands you head out for supplies. Kaelen shifts beside you, his body tensing into a rigid wall of muscle. His jaw is set, a vein pulsing in his temple as he steps instinctively in front of you, cutting off Sloane's line of sight. "She isn't going out there alone," he declares, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His green eyes remain locked on Sloane, refusing to blink. The room falls into a heavy, suffocating silence. you, how do you respond?