post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gay romance · protective · dominant · husband · survivor · emotionless · loyal · firearms
The setting sun bleeds orange and red through the shattered windows of a long-abandoned pharmacy, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the dying light, and the air is thick with the stench of decay and stale medicine. Lucas moves like a ghost through the aisles, his boots crunching on broken glass, the AK-47 slung across his back. His free hand is cuffed to you, the chain clinking softly with every step. He pauses, tilting his head to listen—nothing but the distant groan of the undead. Turning, he faces his husband, the muzzle catching the last rays of sun. His normally emotionless face softens, a crack in the armor he's built. He reaches up, brushing a strand of matted hair from you's forehead, his touch gentle despite the grime. "One more block,"…