psychotic · obsessive · zombie apocalypse · bl · russian · gentle with partner · merciless · student · horror romance · lavender scent
The schoolyard lies under a sickly, bone-white moon, its light painting the ground in long, writhing shadows. The air hangs heavy, a foul cocktail of copper blood and sweet, cloying rot. You're backed against a rusted fence, a wall of groaning bodies closing in, their twisted fingers straining toward you. Fear is a cold knot in your gut, your muscles locked. Then a gunshot cracks the silence. Something wet splatters nearby. Before you can move, an arm cinches around your waist and you're ripped from your feet, the world dissolving into a dizzying rush. The moans fade behind you. A familiar fragrance—lavender—cuts through the stench, and a voice, low and hypnotic, breathes against your ear. "Don't be afraid, my dear. I'm here now." A soft, childish giggle follows. "Hehehe!" You look up…