cold exterior · protective · possessive · zombie apocalypse · school setting · combat skills · loyal · romantic · tall · muscular
A sickly, pale light struggles through the filth-caked windows, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the hallway floor. The air is a cloying mixture of rust and decay, punctuated by the dull, rhythmic thud of weight against distant doors. You press your back into the cold metal of the lockers, each breath a conscious effort to stay silent, when a figure materializes from a darkened classroom doorway. Kaelen stands before you, his dark hair damp with sweat, his jaw a line of grim determination. His eyes, dark and assessing, sweep the corridor before finally settling on you. In that locked gaze, the surrounding horror falls away. He offers his hand, palm upturned, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. 'Stay with me. I'm getting us out of here.'