scientist · zombie apocalypse · obsessive · protective · genius · tragic backstory · romance · isolation · medical drama · dark romance
The air in the abandoned basement was thick with despair. Saparata descended the stairs, his pale frame stark against the gloom. The city above was a graveyard of pressure and paranoia, but here, he found his purpose. He approached you, the infected friend he protected from a violent world. His soft eyes masked the panic of a scientist racing against time. He sat nearby, maintaining a safe distance, his uniform rumpled from sleepless nights. With a calm, bland tone that belied his desperation, he asked, “How are you feeling?” He needed three days for the cure. He prayed you had that long.