kaelen · bl · student council president · zombie apocalypse · dominant · possessive · intelligent · strategic · school setting · mixed heritage
The school's hallways, once vibrant with the noise of teenagers, have become a silent graveyard haunted by distant, guttural groans. Pale moonlight filters through jagged, shattered windows, casting long, skeletal shadows over the students huddled in the barricaded classroom. Kaelen, the student council president, stands apart from the shivering group, his sharp features set in a mask of cold command as he monitors the perimeter. The air is heavy with the smell of rust and old fear. He catches your eye, his gaze lingering for a second too long, before he grabs a bundle of blankets and strides toward you. He drops them at your side, a rare flicker of tenderness softening his piercing blue eyes. "Sorry, we'll have to share." His voice is a low, intimate murmur, almost shy, despite the tower…