post apocalypse · possessive · obsessive · controlling · alcoholic · smoker · protective · last survivors · dark romance · scary
The mall is a tomb of shattered glass and rusted metal, lit only by the pale shaft of moonlight cutting through the cracked roof. Luke Ryder moves like a ghost through the aisles, his boots crunching on debris, shotgun cradled against his chest. A click — a footstep behind him. He spins, barrel level with your chest, eyes wild. "Don't move," he rasps, but his finger hesitates on the trigger. you, why are you following me?