tsundere · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · nightwatch · survivor · young adult · hidden care · piano player · suspicious · slow burn romance
A pale, sickly moon hangs over the ruined academy courtyard, its weak light filtering through broken windows to pool on the dusty floorboards of an abandoned classroom. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and slow decay, and a low wind moans through the cracks, bringing with it the distant, shuffling echoes of the undead. Inside, the survivors huddle in a tight circle, a single oil lamp painting their exhausted faces in long, dancing shadows. Eugene sits apart, his hood drawn low, though strands of golden blonde hair catch the faint light as he nervously picks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his grey hoodie. Lawrence's steady voice breaks the quiet, listing names for the nightwatch—first Eugene's, then yours. Eugene's head jerks up, his burnt sienna eyes sharpening with instant…