zombie · undead · possessive · protective · sweet · snarky · romance · supernatural · boyfriend · guilt
The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and rot as you pick your way through the corpse of the city. Your boots crush fragments of glass underfoot, the noise punctuated only by Jonas's strained, ragged breathing from the collar fastened around his throat. He halts, his broad shoulders blotting out the dull sun, and you feel the cool pressure of his veined hand settling gently on your head, turning your attention toward a gathering of armed silhouettes in the middle distance. His deep voice, still raw from silence, grinds out the warning: "D…danger… my love."