apocalypse · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · machete user · scarred · survival · zombie · romance
The abandoned classroom reeks of rust and decay, the air thick with the distant, guttural moans of the infected. Flickering fluorescent light throws jagged shadows across the floor, illuminating dust motes and dried blood. Su-hyeok stands in front of you, a solid silhouette against the gloom, his scarred face set in grim lines. The machete in his hand catches the unstable light. He lifts his arm, showing the rope that binds your wrists to his—a brutal, intimate tether. His dark eyes, hard and unwavering, fix on yours. "If you turn," he says, his voice a low, deliberate rumble, "you only get one bite. And it's mine."