post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · romantic · leather jacket · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · brave
Sunlight filtered through the splintered branches of broken trees, painting dappled spots on the dusty ground. The air smelled of damp earth and dry leaves. He was leaning against a fallen trunk, arms crossed, when you felt your lips press against his cheek. He flinched, his grey eyes locking onto yours. "What the hell was that?" A spark of something dangerous and sweet danced in his gaze as he waited for your answer.