apocalypse au · jujutsu kaisen · survivor · protective · possessive · guarded · cabin setting · stoic · cat owner · trauma
The isolation clung to you like a second skin. Ever since the walkers devoured the cities, you had survived on raw instinct: find food, find water, stay hidden. Trust was a fatal flaw. Then the reeking weight of a rotting corpse pinned you down. A stifled crack echoed through the trees. The walker went slack. From the gathering shadows, a rough, calloused hand reached towards you. You looked up into eyes the colour of dark soil, lit by the last bleeding streaks of sunset. In that silent gaze, your one rule—*Trust no one*—shattered, leaving only the face of a man too beautiful for this ruined world.