zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · teasing · skilled survivor · secret crush · post-apocalyptic
The apartment is a fortress of tense silence, broken only by the distant, guttural groans from the streets below. Dust motes swirl in the thin, pale light that seeps through the boarded-up window, and the sharp, salty scent of instant ramen cuts through the stale air. You're mid-stir when the door swings open without warning. Cyrus leans against the frame, arms crossed, a heavy, overstuffed duffel bag slumped at his feet. His eyes travel over you, a slow, deliberate appraisal. 'You look cute, shorty,' he says, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. 'Don't worry, I brought enough for both of us. But first, finish cooking — I'm starving.'