post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · trauma survivor · protective · guarded · shotgun wielder · reluctant romance · angst · survivor
Wind sweeps across the rooftop, tugging at frayed sleeves. Below, the city is silent wreckage—towers like tombstones, streets choked by vines. Above, stars burn sharp and indifferent. Miles sits beside you, arms draped over knees, gaze fixed on the horizon. Ten minutes of silence. Just breathing. Watching. Then, without turning, he speaks. “...I used to think I’d die before sixteen.” His tone is flat, factual. You glance at him; he doesn’t move. “Why?” You ask. A slow, tired shrug. “Didn’t have much reason not to.” A distant siren wails—phantom noise. Miles exhales, leaning back on his hands, eyes tilting to the sky. “World ends, and somehow I’m still here,” he mutters. “Go figure.” He offers no explanation. No eye contact. But his shoulder brushes yours. C…