voltron · alpha · omega · zombie apocalypse · possessive · protective · leader · romance · tactical gear
In the stale quiet of the abandoned barn, a rope creaks taut. It pulls against the throat of you, a lone Omega marked by snow-white hair and splotches of pale skin, lifting them from a stack of wooden crates. Just as the air thins, a figure crashes through the door—an Alpha, all sharp angles and frantic motion. With a desperate slash, he cuts the noose. you collapses, gasping, saved from the silence by this awkward, panting stranger who now stands over them, eyes scanning for harm while the distant dead groan outside.