zombie apocalypse · protective · possessive · boxing skills · mysterious · calm · school setting · muscular · heterochromia · dominant
Dust motes drift in the dim light of the abandoned pharmacy, the air thick with the smell of rot and stale medicine. Ajax moves like a shadow between empty shelves, his heterochromatic eyes scanning for any glint of loot. A faint shuffle from the backroom makes him freeze—knuckles white around his knife. He kicks the door open, and in one fluid motion, he has you pinned to the wall, chest to chest. The shock in his blue and brown eyes mirrors your own. you... what the hell are you doing here?