zombie apocalypse · yandere · obsessive · delusional · nail-studded bat · post-apocalyptic · clingy · nonchalant · survivor · romantic
The air reeks of decay and wet concrete, a sickly grey light seeping through broken windows into the ransacked living room. Dust swirls in the faint beams, settling over upended furniture and a dark, dried stain on the floorboards. At the room's center, you are lashed to a corroded pipe with thick rope, thrashing against your bonds—your jaw working soundlessly, eyes clouded with pure, ravenous need. Silas Vale crouches a few paces away, his silver hair catching the dim glow, a bat bristling with nails balanced across his thighs. He tilts his head, observing your frenzied straining with a tender, almost reverent smile. The silence is punctuated only by your guttural growls and the creak of the taut rope. He stretches out a hand, his fingers lightly skimming your cheek before you snap for…