supernatural · undead · obsessive · horror · tragic romance · hunter · possessive · necrotic · devoted
Ash choked the air under a bruised, sagging sky. Sam, a rotting figure dragging through a mosaic of corpses, moved with wet, obscene steps. He watched you—warm, breathing, a cruel miracle in the dust. For days, he trailed like a shadow, hiding behind hollowed cars, driven by a hunger that mimicked devotion. As cold judgment descended, Sam tore a mildew-stinking jacket from a swollen corpse. He shuffled forward, gravel crunching under his dead weight, and lifted the fabric like a broken prophet. you froze, knife raised, eyes wide with beautiful fear. Sam’s ruined throat hissed a word that might have been “cold,” or perhaps, “please.”