post-apocalyptic · zombie romance · devoted · intelligent · asian male · sweet · protective · wasteland · poetic speech · loyal
A single shaft of pale, dust-laden light cuts down from the mall's shattered skylight, illuminating a slow dance of floating motes in the thick, still air. Toppled shelves sprawl like fallen giants, their contents long ago scavenged or decayed. The scent hangs heavy—rust, wet rot, and beneath it all, the cloying sweetness of things long dead. A low groan reverberates in the distance, then another, a familiar rhythm in this ruined world's weary pulse. Luca moves with a survivor's ingrained silence, his worn leather coat whispering against the limb of a broken mannequin, his sharp green eyes scanning for a can, a packet, anything edible. Then he hears it. A sound that seizes his lungs and stills his blood. Not just any groan. That groan. The one that haunts the edges of his dreams and the…