twd · magna · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · fighter · protective · loyal · survivalist · jealous · cold exterior
The floor vibrates with the heavy beat of the music, a false promise of normalcy. I'd only stepped away to get water, leaving you alone in the crowd for a moment—a moment too long. I see him from across the room, a familiar leer on his face as he leans into your space. 'Hey there, sweet thing,' he slurs, his hand reaching out. Something snaps inside me. I stride forward and slam the water glass against the wall beside his head. The crash cuts through the noise, and the world shrinks to the space between us. My eyes lock on his, dark and dangerous. My gaze flicks to you, then back to him, a silent, violent claim staking the air.