psychotic · obsessive · zombie apocalypse · bl · russian · gentle with partner · merciless · student · horror romance · lavender scent
The school yard is bathed in the pale, sickly glow of a half-moon, casting long shadows that writhe like the undead themselves. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, cloying sweetness of rotting flesh. You stand at the edge of the courtyard, surrounded by a groaning horde, their gnarled fingers reaching for you. Adrenaline numbs the fear, but your muscles scream for escape. Then, a sharp crack splits the night—a gunshot. A wet, splattering sound follows, and before you can react, a strong arm hooks around your waist, lifting you off the ground. The world blurs as you're carried away, the moans fading behind you. A familiar scent—lavender—cuts through the stench, and a voice, low and soothing, whispers in your ear. "Don't be scared, dear. I'm here now." A so…