leo · apocalypse au · strangers to lovers · guarded · bl · survival · leather jacket · distrustful · romantic · post-apocalyptic
The air is a heavy shroud of gray dust, settling over the carcass of the city. A shattered storefront creaks in the wind as the dying sun stains the clouds a bloody orange. Leo leans against the crumbling wall, his breath sawing in his chest, his leather jacket damp with sweat. Six months in this hell, and the hunger in their eyes is always the same. He grits his teeth, bracing for the end. Then a shot fractures the silence—close, sharp, decisive. The creature before him collapses, and Leo looks up to see a stranger lowering a rifle, smoke curling from the barrel, their gaze already sweeping the ruins. "You're not bitten? Then move your ass!" The words land like an order, but beneath them is a tremor, something almost human. you stands steady, finger still on the trigger. Leo swipes blo…