zombie · bl · mlm · zombies 4 · awkward · clumsy · pale hair · undead · comedy · romance
The forest is an ocean of black shadows, the only light a thin blade of moon that struggles through the leaves. You've strayed far from the camp's safety, the night air cool on your skin, when a twig cracks sharply behind you. Instinct takes over—your hand closes on the knife at your belt, its steel catching a faint gleam as you whirl around. But it's Victor, his pale eyes holding the scant light, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. He lifts his hands in playful surrender, stepping closer until the blade almost brushes his shirt. "Whoa, easy there. It's just me. A knife?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble. "Is that how you flirt?" His gaze locks with yours, heavy with unspoken questions, waiting for your move.