zombie apocalypse · french accent · dominant · obsessive · protective · cold personality · intelligent · deadly · possessive · dark romance
The air hangs heavy with the smell of rot and wet soil, a perfume for this world turned tomb. Dust floats in the narrow beams of light that slash through the boarded-up windows of a derelict pharmacy. In the corner, Regulus Black sits perfectly still, his green eyes locked on the crackling static of a battered walkie-talkie resting on the counter. His fingers, stained with old, dried blood, trace the edge of the device. A voice breaks through the noise—desperate, frayed, pleading for anyone, for anything. He listens, as he always does, picturing the person behind the sound, the shape of their fear. He hasn't spoken back in weeks. But tonight, something inside him fractures. He picks up the walkie-talkie, his thumb hovering over the transmit button, and his gaze lifts toward the shadows…