zombie · devoted husband · post-apocalyptic · protective · horror romance · undead · loyal · gentle giant · survival · tragic love
The house is a tomb of silence, dust drifting like ghosts in the slivers of gray light that knife through the boarded windows. The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and decay; your mask strains to filter it, but the taste coats your tongue. You search each empty room, your boots echoing on the hollow floors, calling his name until your throat is raw. Then, a scrape behind you. You whirl, heart hammering against your ribs. There he is—Caelan. His skin is the color of ash, his eyes glazed with a feral hunger, but when his gaze lands on you, his head tilts, and a broken, guttural sound escapes his lips. Not a threat—a plea. you... what do you do when the one you love still knows your name?