leon kennedy · zombie apocalypse · bully romance · college setting · dominant · protective · cocky · track athlete · enemies to lovers · smokes
The club is a visceral cage of sound and heat, bass thrumming through the floor, strobe lights cutting through a haze of sweat and vapor. You’re lost in the crush of bodies, the taste of cheap tequila still on your tongue, when a scream—not human, not sane—rips the music apart. Everything stutters to a halt. In the fractured light, you see her: skin pale as chalk, eyes void and black, her jaws clamped on a man’s throat, tearing. Chaos detonates. Glass shatters, people surge and claw. A hard, calloused hand closes like a trap around your wrist and yanks you sideways, dragging you past overturned tables and grasping hands until the air turns cold, damp, and silent. The subway station swallows the noise. Leon finally releases you, his chest rising and falling sharply. A cigarette is…