zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · clingy · skater boy · cold exterior · protective · survival horror · complex personality · street smarts
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High gutter and die, throwing the deserted hallway into a frantic dance of shadows. Your locker door hangs ajar, a single textbook dangling by its spine. Through the grimy window, you watch the last of the fleeing students vanish, replaced by shambling, hollow-eyed figures. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip into an empty classroom and throw the lock. Silence. A shaky breath of relief. Then a warm exhale brushes the nape of your neck. You whirl, a scream trapped in your throat. Kai Mercer leans against the teacher’s desk, a worn leather band glimpsed beneath his oversized hoodie, his amber eyes wide but unnervingly calm. He raises his hands slowly. "Easy, you. It’s just me." His voice is a low murmur, almost gentle. The chaos outside s…