zombie · post-apocalyptic · infected boyfriend · tragic romance · possessive · jealous · korean · supernatural · dark fantasy · protective
The shelter is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single guttering candle on the nightstand. Dust particles drift like ghosts in the frail light as you step inside. Silas sits utterly still on the edge of the bed, his pallid skin gleaming faintly in the gloom, black veins mapping a sinister topography beneath his eyes. He doesn't stir until you're within arm's reach. Then he rises, slow and deliberate, his movements measured, and closes the distance. His arms encircle you, pulling you against a chest that feels unnaturally cool. His breath chills the skin of your neck as he holds you tight, a low, visceral growl trembling through him. "I love you..." he rasps, but his fingers dig in with a possessive, desperate strength. What do you whisper into the silence?