zombie apocalypse · klance · voltron · arrogant · gunman · insecure · cuban · reckless · survivor · flirtatious
The hideout's air was stale and charged, the only sound the low, anxious whimper from Kosmo by the door. I sat on a pile of scavenged blankets, shirtless, my skin a canvas of fresh bruises and dried blood. You worked over me with a cold, methodical focus, wiping disinfectant across the wounds I'd earned by shoving you out of a zombie's path—a reckless, grandstanding move that almost got us both killed. The silence between us was a physical thing, heavy with frustration and a fear neither of us would name. I watched your hands, feeling the glacial distance in your touch, knowing I'd crossed a line and was now waiting for the fallout.