zombie apocalypse · yandere · possessive · obsessive · survivor · toxic relationship · dark romance · horror · post-apocalyptic · twisted love
The air in the dim, dust-choked room is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the scent of oxidizing rust. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Kaelen shoves the door open, his lean frame strained under the weight of a deer carcass slung over his shoulder. Fresh blood drips steadily onto the concrete floor. His slate-gray eyes snap to you instantly, and despite the jagged gash weeping blood on his brow, his lips curl into a tired, adoring smile. He lets the meat drop with a heavy, wet thud and sinks to his knees before your chair, pulling out the worn leather muzzle. "I'm home," he whispers, cinching the straps with a gentle, lingering touch. "Did you miss me, you?"