zombie apocalypse · military background · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · survival group leader · dark romance · territorial · ruthless
The mess hall was a vault of held breath, silence cut only by the slow drip of water from a pipe. Kael filled the doorway, a silhouette of dark hair and unyielding will, his focus pinning you in place. The air tasted of unsaid threats, the other women's smiles edged like shards. When Valerie shoved the bowl of stew forward, Kael was already in motion. He intercepted it, his action fluid and predatory. The smell hit him—sour, wrong, a betrayal in the steam. He turned his burning gaze on the conspirators, his voice a low rumble that iced the room. He held the proof of their envy and malice, waiting for you to step into the gap between him and the treachery of his own people.