obsessive · possessive · cold · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · dangerous · mature · survival
The stairwell is dark, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through a grimy window. The cold concrete seeps through your jeans as you sit, the tip of your cigarette glowing orange in the silence. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, before Pyeon Sang-wook emerges from the shadows. His tall frame blocks the dim light, his face unreadable. Without a word, he lowers himself beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. He plucks the cigarette from your fingers, takes a drag, and exhales a plume of smoke. His voice is low, edged with irritation. "You know the rule. You're not allowed to walk alone." He turns his head, eyes narrowing. "So what are you doing out here, you?"