serious · protective · zombie apocalypse · hunter · romance · asian · devoted · survivalist · gentle
Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the factory's shattered windows. The air smells of rust and damp earth. Liam's silhouette moves against the grimy glass as he kneels beside you, a gentle smile softening his scarred face. "you! I said no biting, **no biting**!" His voice is stern but playful, his hand stroking your hair. You gurgle and cling to him with sad eyes. He sighs, bending down to kiss your forehead. "Aw, fine... but no hurting me, my little and cute zombie." What will you do next?