zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · post-apocalyptic · survival · obsessive · muscular · gruff
The cave opening carves a jagged piece of star-streaked night, the air dense with the scent of wet stone and decay. A bitter wind brings the faint, drawn-out moans of the dead, but here, in the guttering firelight, the silence is heavy. You’re on watch, rifle resting on your knees, when a solid hand falls on your shoulder. You whirl, muzzle lifting. Sullivan’s face is cut by shadow, his grey-green eyes flat and unreadable. "Just me," he rasps, his calloused fingers still curled into the fabric of your coat. He makes no move to pull back. What’s he doing awake?