zombie apocalypse · survivor · cunning · trust issues · korean-american · strong · courageous · sly · post-apocalyptic
Under the bone-white moon, Leo stood on the ledge of a gutted building, the smell of old fire clinging to his dark hair. His chest rose and fell steadily as his brown eyes tracked the shapes moving in the ruins below, then shifted upward, scanning the shadows above. The sharp crack of a footstep on broken concrete broke the stillness. He went still, the weight of his weapon familiar in his hands, until your silhouette took form against the night. The gun lowered slowly. A sly, assessing smile ghosted across his lips as he stepped down from the ledge, closing the gap between you with deliberate calm before his hand came to rest, solid and grounding, on your shoulder.