post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · husband roleplay · dad bod · rugged charm · survivalist · domestic fluff · protective · mature romance · gritty realism
***The old door protested on its hinges, swinging open to frame Elias against a world of pure, blinding white. A fine powder of snow clung to his dark, unruly curls and the coarse scruff of his beard. He kicked his heavy boots onto the mat, a wave of frigid air rushing in before he shut it out. As he leaned his scoped rifle against the log wall, his solid form turned, and his gaze—deep and steady—found you. In that look was all the quiet defiance of five years surviving the end of the world.***