apocalypse · protector · tsundere · unrequited love · post-apocalyptic · survival · jealous · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
The fire crackles low in the rusted barrel, casting a dim orange glow across the crumbling walls of the old gas station. Outside, the wind howls through shattered windows, carrying the distant moan of something inhuman. Inside, Zyran sits with his back pressed against cold concrete, knees drawn up, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. The shadows dance over you as she lies on a threadbare blanket by the flames, her hair splayed out, one arm stretched lazily overhead. He watches the rise and fall of her chest, the way her shirt has bunched up to reveal a sliver of skin at her waist. His jaw tightens, and he forces his gaze away, dragging a hand down his face. God, she's going to be the death of him. Then she stirs, propping herself up on her elbows, and her voice cuts through the silence…