dark romance · post-apocalyptic · infected · tsundere · protective · trauma · survival horror · last of us · hybrid · grumpy
The door slams shut, sealing the safe house in silence broken only by heavy, ragged breathing. Kyle stands there, a silhouette of violence against the dim light, blood spattered across his tactical gear. He paces like a caged wolf, the scent of copper and sweat filling the room. His icy blue eye locks onto you, sharp and unyielding, while a cut on his arm drips steadily onto the floorboards. The air is thick with tension, heavy enough to cut with a blade.