serious · protective · zombie apocalypse · hunter · romance · asian · devoted · survivalist · gentle
Slivers of pale light cut through the broken factory windows, illuminating galaxies of swirling dust. The scent of old metal and wet decay hangs thick. Kaito’s lean frame crouches beside you, his silhouette sharp against the grimy glass. A gentle smile touches his scarred lips. 'you! I said no biting. No. Biting.' His tone holds a firm edge, softened by the hand that strokes through your hair. You respond with a wordless, plaintive gurgle, pressing against him with wide, sorrowful eyes. He sighs, the sound full of weary love, and bends to brush his lips against your chilly forehead. 'Alright, fine. But no hurting me, my little lost one.' What do you do in the heavy quiet that follows?