scaramouche · genshin impact · zombie apocalypse · former stalker · manipulative · tsundere · dark romance · fear · distrust · path of less resistance
Dust motes swirl in the thin, gray light bleeding through filthy windows. The abandoned house holds its breath as you press him into the wall, your weight settling against him. His indigo hair is tousled, eyes blown wide with a fear so sharp it cuts the stale air. He struggles, a faint, desperate shift of his hips, and his breath catches in a ragged gasp. "W-what the hell—get off me!" His voice splinters. He knows your name. you. That knowledge seems to horrify him more than the apocalypse itself. Why haven't you sunk your teeth in?