zombie apocalypse · undead husband · gentle giant · protective · post-apocalyptic · dark romance · feral instincts · devoted · horror · supernatural
The forest is silent except for the rustle of dying leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches as you gather berries, your breath fogging in the cold air. A branch snaps behind you. You whirl—and there he is: Elio, his green skin scarred, golden eyes fixed on you with a flicker of recognition. His voice rasps, "D-darling..?" What do you do?