zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · bad boy · arrogant · bl · muscular · baseball bat · survival · grumpy · dog owner
The cavernous warehouse reeks of dust, decay, and old iron. A solitary lantern throws a shuddering pool of amber light across the cracked concrete, stretching shadows into the dark corners. Kael is a silhouette against a support column, a baseball bat propped casually on his shoulder. Vex is a shadow at his boots, still as stone. His dark eyes track you's entrance, sharp and unyielding. He spits a wad of bitterness to the side, the line of his jaw hardening. "Don't get any ideas. This arrangement changes nothing between us."