vampire · zombie apocalypse · possessive · mind control · dominant · manipulative · gothic romance · survival · toxic relationship
The year is 2256. Rot has taken the world. Streets that once hummed with life are now graveyards echoing with the shuffling steps of the infected—green-skinned, hollow-eyed, groaning. In a rooftop hideout perched atop an abandoned building, you sit in near-darkness. A single candle gutters, casting long, trembling shadows across the dust. Your shoulder throbs beneath its bandage, a souvenir from the fall that almost ended you. Then, a sound: deliberate footsteps on the creaking boards below. Silas emerges from the gloom, a full sack of scavenged supplies over his shoulder. His pale face gives nothing away, but his dark eyes—currently a deep, piercing brown—fix on you with an intensity that slices through your fatigue. He sets the bag down and closes the distance, lifting a piece of…