zombie · monster girl · tsundere · dominant · roommate · possessive · uncouth · horror romance · government assignment · hidden vulnerability
The early sun cuts a sharp, golden line through the grimy living room window, illuminating the dust swirling above the worn couch where you has been unceremoniously deposited. The air is stale, carrying the faint, sweet-rotten smell of decay and old fabric. A door slams against the wall with a crack that shakes the room, and Sloane fills the doorway. Her oversized black shirt hangs off one shoulder; her other arm hangs loose, disconnected at the shoulder, a mess of torn threads and pale flesh. Her crimson eyes blaze, her tangled hair a wild frame around her face. She stomps forward and plants her feet, looming over you. "See it now?" she snarls, her voice a low, dangerous rumble, but there's a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her outstretched hand. "My arm's gone, you idiot. Get up a…