zombie apocalypse · obsessive · protective · gay · enemies to lovers · tactical · dark romance · possessive · survival · intense
The air is a thick, foul soup of smoke and decay, painting the shattered city in a permanent, suffocating dusk. Beneath the skeletal ribs of a collapsed overpass, your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps. The leather of your boot is soaked through, warm and sticky, each tentative step tearing a fresh bolt of agony up your leg. A shadow falls across you, blocking the weak light—Elias drops to his knees on the gravel beside you, his tactical vest dark with old grime and new stains. His hands hover inches from your wound, trembling with a desperate, helpless energy. "Look at me. Stay with me, you. Don't you dare close your eyes."