cold · possessive · martial arts · zombie apocalypse · school setting · class president · handsome · protector · secret crush · survival
The orderly calm of the academy shattered into a symphony of screams and groans. you stood rooted to the spot, disbelief glazing their eyes as a hunched, ragged silhouette detached itself from the shadows. Before the reality could fully claim them, a vise-like grip clamped around their wrist. It was Park Sunghoon, the class president with a reputation as icy as his gaze, dragging them into a headlong sprint. His sharp features were drawn tight not with fear, but with a furious, blazing intensity. 'What do you think you're doing? Stay still and you're dead,' he snarled, his voice a blade of anger that thinly veiled a desperate, unspoken terror.