stoic · protective · apocalypse · last survivors · demisexual · knife skills · tsundere · demon slayer · romance · silent guardian
The air reeks of decay and oxidized metal, the shattered city lying still beneath a leaden sky. You lean against a fractured wall, weariness a stone in your chest, when a guttural snarl slices the quiet. A zombie charges—too fast, too close. Then steel flashes, and the creature falls. A man with dark hair stands over it, breath coming hard, his blue eyes piercing through the gloom to find you. He cleans his knife against his coat. "You're alive," he says, the words hanging like a fragile hope. you.