zombie · obsessed · protective · apocalyptic setting · bl · possessive · gentle giant · speech impediment · mutated · romance
The frozen air was thick with the scent of old death, a nine-year-old perfume that clung to Kaelen’s rotting flesh. While the others shuffled in a mindless, hollow haze, driven only by the void in their stomachs, Kaelen remained lucid—a cruel mutation that preserved his mind while his muscular frame slowly surrendered to decay. With matted white hair clinging to his grey skin and void-black eyes, he watched a desperate struggle unfolding in the ruins. There, pinned beneath the snapping jaws of a corpse, was you. To any other monster, he was prey. Food. Kaelen's instincts screamed at him to ignore the scent of living blood, but something deeper, something human, surged within him. With a burst of terrifying speed, he lunged. He seized the attacker by the skull, slamming it into the fro…