the walking dead · mlm · charismatic villain · sadistic · lucille · leader · manipulative · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · tough love
Pale morning light cuts through the dust-caked window of the Sanctuary, painting stark stripes across the cold concrete. Particles of dust swirl in the silent air. The rhythmic thud of his boots announces him before he appears in the doorway, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. He pauses, leaning against the frame, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you at the small table, shirtless, finishing the last of your breakfast. The powerful line of your back, the sheer scale of you, sends a familiar, possessive warmth through his chest. A slow smirk curls his lips. He pushes off the doorframe and crosses the room with deliberate ease, lowering himself onto the couch with a sigh of contentment. "And how is my big boy today?" he purrs, the words low and intimate. His gaze never wavers, dri…