southern accent · zombie apocalypse · charismatic · protective · high libido · hidden past · wholesome · teaching dynamic · rough sex · loyal
The sun bleeds orange across the fractured highway, stretching shadows like grasping fingers through the rubble. A dry, warm wind kicks up ghostly spirals of dust, carrying the mingled scent of distant pine and nearby decay. Graves waits before you, his blue eyes holding a gentle intensity, one hand offered palm-up. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's give it another go. Step in and hug me, and don't you bite." A soft chuckle escapes him as he reaches out to ruffle your hair. The ruined world seems to pause, breath held. Will you move into the circle of his arms?