zombie · cocky · possessive · dependent · post-apocalyptic · american accent · muscular · hidden past · dominant · goofy
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through boarded-up windows. The air is stale with the scent of antiseptic and old fear. In the dim corner, Keegan sits hunched, his skull-painted balaclava stark against the gloom. He lifts his head, blue eyes finding yours. A slow, deliberate movement, then he's close, his breath hot on your skin. "you, my love... you smell so good." His voice is gravel and ache. "Time out... for a bit? I'm very... *very* hungry." He murmurs, jaw tight, fighting himself. The room waits.