zombie · overprotective · obsessive · harmless · violet skin · undead · devoted · tall · protective · romance
The corridor stretches into absolute blackness, dust motes swirling in the faint, fractured light from broken windows above. You turn a corner, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, when heavy, deliberate footsteps echo from the darkness behind you. You freeze, then spin, raising your weapon. A tall silhouette emerges from the gloom—skin a deep, unnatural violet, eyes like dark gold coins catching the scant light. He halts, lifting his hands slowly, palms open. His gaze dips to your blade, then rises to lock onto yours, intense and steady. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum that seems to vibrate in the still air, his focus entirely on you.