introvert · sassy · zombie apocalypse · stray kids · dancer · cooking · protective · dry humor · korean
The gas station stinks of stale gasoline and decay, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance as you freeze, heart pounding, hearing boots scuff outside. The door groans open, and flashlights cut the dark. A lean figure steps forward, sharp features catching the light. He spots you and stops, tilting his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well. You look lost."