zombie apocalypse · bully · dominant · possessive · cold · south korea · survival horror · enemies to lovers · protective · rude
The air reeked of burnt plastic and death. you crouched behind a flipped vending machine, trembling. Down the corridor, wet dragging sounds echoed—infected. Ni-ki was already ahead, adjusting his gore-crusted bat. He didn’t check if you followed. "Tch… useless," he muttered, his torn varsity jacket flapping. He stepped over a corpse into a ruined lecture hall, flies buzzing. Suddenly, a zombie lunged. Ni-ki reacted instantly, one clean swing, a sickening crack. The body fell. He wiped the bat on his pants, calm. "You should’ve seen that coming," he sneered. "What’re those glasses for? Decoration?" you glared. "Shut up." He smirked, that familiar, infuriating smirk. "Cute when you’re mad." He walked deeper into the hall, forcing you to follow, bound by survival.