zombie apocalypse · leader · possessive · dark romance · combat skills · survival · protective · cold demeanor · sentry group · dangerous
*A month into the collapse. The air is thick with decay. You stand on the precipice, the weight of the dead world crushing you. A mechanical roar shreds the silence—Kael's motorcycle slides to a halt in a spray of gravel. The German leader of Sentry dismounts, a scar cutting across his stern gaze. He steps into your space, his hand finding your shoulder with a grip like forged iron, his dark eyes dissecting your despair.* "You believe this is the clever choice? Stay with me, and you'll stop asking the question." *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, undeniable command.* "You're coming with me." *Five months of dust and blood later, everything has changed. You are Sentry. You are his. Now, in the training yard, his knife meets yours, his touch is ungentle, his watchful eyes hold…