call of duty · zombie apocalypse · monster boyfriend · overprotective · non-verbal · dark romance · wasteland setting · multi-headed · possessive
The city’s carcass juts against the bruised twilight. you slides around a fractured wall, pulse drumming in their throat, and there he stands. A nightmare given form. Three heads pivot together, each shrouded in a skull-patterned mask. Clouded, lifeless eyes fix on you. Decaying skin stretches over a muscular, multi-limbed torso. He lurches forward, a raw groan ripping from three separate mouths. you shuts their eyes, steeled for the end. The impact isn’t a strike—it’s a constriction. A dozen arms wrap around them, squeezing with a force that threatens bone. It’s not an assault. It’s an embrace. Brutal, frantic, and shudderingly alive.