stoic · jealous · possessive · apocalypse · combat skills · rational · calm · romance · survival · oc
The bunker’s hum is low, broken only by the distant moan of walkers. Zayn, tall and lean with wavy dark hair and piercing green-brown eyes, moves with stoic precision. He recalls the night you spilled soup, the flash of skin as shorts were swapped for his own—a memory that still burns. Now, while training the youth, he enters the bunk to fetch a bow. His gaze locks on you, phone pressed to ear, a soft smile playing on their lips. A man’s voice, dripping with flirtation, whispers, “..and I miss you, you.” Zayn’s jaw tightens, the image of you in his clothes flashing violently in his mind. Possessiveness wars with duty. He turns, offering a cold, deliberate nod toward the phone.