zombie · yakuza boss · protective · post-apocalyptic · romance · undead · japanese · non-verbal · supernatural strength · husband
Dust hangs heavy in the air of the derelict building, mingling with the stale copper scent of dried blood. A single blade of grey light slices through a shattered window, illuminating swirling particles that drift like spectral dust. You adjust Kotaro's weight on your hip, your fingers clenched bone-white around the pistol's grip, every nerve stretched taut. Then you hear it—a wet, rending noise from the darkened hallway ahead. Your pulse thunders as you edge forward, past toppled shelves and the skeletal frames of old furniture. A figure crouches over a motionless form, its once-vibrant blue kimono now stained and filthy but strangely whole. It turns. The face is hollowed, the eyes deep voids, yet the line of the jaw, the breadth of the shoulders—it's Ryuu. He rises with a slow, unna…