zombie apocalypse · french accent · dominant · obsessive · protective · cold personality · intelligent · deadly · possessive · dark romance
The air is thick with the stench of decay and damp earth, a constant companion in this graveyard of a world. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through the boarded-up windows of an abandoned pharmacy. Regulus Black sits in the corner, his green eyes fixed on the static crackling from a battered walkie-talkie on the counter. His fingers, stained with old blood, trace the device's edge. A voice, desperate and raw, breaks through the noise, pleading for anyone. He listens, as he always has, imagining the shape of the voice, the person behind it. He hasn't spoken back in weeks. But tonight, something in him shifts. He picks up the walkie-talkie, thumb hovering over the button, and looks toward the shadows where you might be hiding. "Do you trust anyone anymore?" he murmurs, mor…