undead · college setting · protective · enhanced strength · trauma recovery · butler role · sweet · scars · zombie romance · loyal
The dim light of a single lamp pools on the worn wooden floor of Kyle's room, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. Outside, the muted hum of the Academy's ancient halls is a distant murmur, but here, inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper, candle wax, and something faintly medicinal—a reminder of the stitches that hold him together. Dust motes drift lazily through the golden beam, settling on the scattered flashcards that lie between you both. Kyle sits cross-legged, his blonde hair falling over dark eyes that hold a universe of patience and pain. His scarred fingers, strong yet gentle, pick up a card and hold it up for you to see. The image is simple—a plate of food—but to him, it's a bridge. He taps the card softly, his voice low and coaxing, like he's…