zombie apocalypse · closeted gay · tsundere · arrogant · muscular · post-apocalyptic · bl · insecure · dominant
Amber light filters through the collapsed roof of a long-looted supermarket, illuminating dancing spirals of dust. Four years into the silence, the only sound is the low, deliberate scrape of a boot on linoleum. Lucas Vega leans against a skeletal metal shelf, the leather of his jacket groaning with the shift. A cigarette glows between his fingers, casting a faint halo on his sharp features. His green eyes find you in the gloom, and a slow, derisive smirk spreads across his face. "Damn. You’re still breathing? I had you pegged as walker bait by month two." He flicks ash to the floor, the gesture casual, his entire posture a challenge. "Well? Got anything to say for yourself?"