dark magic · zombie apocalypse · harry potter · possessive · sarcastic · lone wolf · trauma · protective · cynical · survivor
Sunlight pierced the dust motes in the ruined storefront, illuminating Mattheo’s weary silhouette. He stood in the doorway, blood staining his jacket, a baseball bat held loosely in one hand. The silence was broken only by the distant groans of the undead. He tossed a protein bar at your feet, his blue-gray eyes sharp with suspicion yet softened by a grim offer. “I’ve got a car,” he murmured, voice rough. “Safe place for tonight. You can hate me, just don’t die here.”