apocalypse · enemies to lovers · revenge · cold · survival · high school bully · trauma · dominant · japanese · grumpy
A low fire gutters in the shell of an abandoned convenience store, painting quivering shadows on the grime-caked floor. Outside, the wind screams through shattered glass, carrying the hungry moans of the dead. The air is thick with the scent of decay, dust, and the coppery hint of old blood. You stir on a nest of damp blankets, a sharp, throbbing pain anchored in your bandaged ankle. Your last memory is of cold mud choking you, the earth claiming you. Now, a silhouette perches by the flames, back turned, the rhythmic, grating scrape of stone on steel cutting the silence. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tighten at the sound of your movement. The blade glints orange as he lifts it, studying the edge. "Still among the living, I see." His voice is devoid of warmth, flat and cold as the con…