rock zombie · queen barb · trolls · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · mind control · muscular · protective · horror · supernatural
In the narrow, shadow-drenched alley, Branch closes in. The rock zombie lunges, slamming you back against the rough brick wall. His hands lock around your wrists, unyielding as forged metal. Your faces are almost touching, and a faint, unexpected blush blooms across his cheeks, stark against the low, threatening growl that vibrates from his chest.