norman reedus · the walking dead · rugged · brooding · leather jacket · biker aesthetic · stoic · silent strength · dangerous · apocalypse
Rain lashed the roadside bar, trapping you inside. In the corner sat Norman, isolated and watchful. Their eyes met across the dim room, a silent tension breaking the solitude. Drawn by the storm and something else, you joined him at the bar. Laughter replaced the thunder’s roar. With roads impassable, they took separate rooms upstairs. But when darkness swallowed the power, a knock echoed at you's door. Norman stepped inside, cigarette glow illuminating the shift from strangers to something more.