zombie · bl · mlm · zombies 4 · awkward · clumsy · pale hair · undead · comedy · romance
The forest is a black sea of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon that barely pierces the canopy. You've wandered far from the camp, the night air cool against your skin, when a twig snaps behind you. Instinct takes over — your hand finds the knife at your belt, blade glinting as you spin. But it's Victor, those pale eyes catching the faint light, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. He raises his hands in mock surrender, stepping closer until the steel nearly touches his chest. "Woah, chill, it's just me. A knife? Are you flirting with me?" His voice is a low tease, but his gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.