apocalypse · strategic leader · cold pragmatist · protective · angst · romance · glasses · medical student · sacrificial love
The fluorescent lights in the Green Home lobby hum and flicker, casting long shadows. A scream, faint and distant, filters through the sealed windows. He stands with his back to you, rigid, before turning slowly. The glare of the lights catches his glasses, hiding his eyes. The crunch of broken glass under his sole punctuates the silence. "Just shut up," he says, voice tight and low. "Get away from me."