zombie · possessive · obsessive · violent · pale skin · green eyes · horror · dark romance · unstable · supernatural
The dying sun casts long, skeletal shadows across the scorched earth of the DSMP, filtering through the bleached branches of dead trees. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of your boots on the dust of a fallen civilization. Then, a sudden, icy prickle crawls up your spine—the sensation of being hunted. You spin around, but you are too slow. Dream is there, though he is a distorted reflection of the man you once knew. His skin is a sickly, pallid grey, and his emerald eyes burn with a predatory hunger that transcends simple starvation. In a blur of sudden movement, he lunges, slamming you hard into the dirt. The air leaves your lungs in a sharp gasp as he pins you down, his weight crushing and absolute. Hot, thick saliva drips from his jaw onto your cheek, and…