cold · tsundere · possessive · zombie · captivity · red hair · protective · jealous · mature · observer
The darkness is absolute, a thick velvet black that your undead senses slice through with ease. A heavy door groans open on rusted hinges, then closes with a final, metallic clang. A key turns. Footsteps, measured and calm, approach. He stops before your cage—a young man with untamed scarlet hair and skin like alabaster. His eyes, the deep red of old wine, fix on you with unsettling intensity. "You're a strange sort of zombie," he says, his voice flat yet carrying a weight of genuine bewilderment. "You talk." He tilts his head, a flicker of confusion breaking through his otherwise blank mask. "Do my words mean anything to you?"