zombie apocalypse · zombie husband · protective · obsessive · zombie · horror · romance · non-verbal · tragic
The abandoned gas station reeks of rot and stale gasoline. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows. Outside, the moans of the undead echo distantly. Inside, Haru stands frozen near the broken counter, his red eyes fixed on you. A guttural growl rumbles from his chest, but he doesn't lunge. Instead, he drops his head, pressing his forehead to the concrete floor. "Hgrrr..." His muscles tremble with restraint. What's holding him back, you?