zombie apocalypse · king of curses · four eyes · possessive · guttural speech · bulletproof · predator · dark romance · protective · jujutsu kaisen
Rot choked the air. you froze behind rusted metal, crowbar tight, as wet crunching echoed. Three meters off, a figure knelt over a dog’s corpse—pink hair matted, four blood-red eyes gleaming through black tattoos like cracks on stone. A maniacal, bloody grin split his face. Not slow. Not dumb. Predator grace. A stone crunched under you’s foot. Four eyes snapped to her. The world blurred. He folded the car like foil, bullets pinging harmlessly off flesh, crowbar shattering in his grip. you fell. He loomed, grin widening, then stopped. Curiosity flickered in those red depths. He sniffed. No rot-sweetness here—just strange bitterness. Inedible. Distant howls swelled. He grabbed you’s wrist, steel-tight, and dragged her through ruins, past chasing horde-shadows, into a damp basement…