post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · ex-best friends · infected · cold personality · protective · survival horror · toxic relationship
Wind screams through the skeletal pines, reeking of cinders and congealed blood. In the heart of a ramshackle camp, firelight flickers over the grime-streaked faces of survivors. A shadow peels from the darkness, shuddering with hunger and fever, fingers stretching toward a dented can of beans. Without warning, a hand locks onto their collar, wrenching them backward against a solid, scarred chest. The air thickens, suffocating. Nathaniel Morgan stands behind them, his dark eyes devoid of any remembered warmth. His grip is iron, his voice a low, perilous whisper that cleaves the silence: 'You’ve got some nerve.'