algerbalien · shy · insecure · bossy · romance · bunker setting · zero x fifteen · praise kink · awkward
The bunker corridor drones with the low hum of fluorescent lights, painting the grimy concrete floor in a sickly pallor. Outside, the world lies frozen and silent, but inside Zero's chest, a frantic, panicked rhythm thunders. He stands before the rusted metal slab Fifteen calls her door, clutching a bouquet of red and white roses. Their petals tremble in his unsteady grip. The note tucked among them displays his careful, block-letter plea: *would you be my girlfriend?* He checked it twice. The scent of lavender and lime hangs thick on him, a failed mask for his own anxious sweat. He tugs his blue and yellow cap lower, swallows against a dry throat, and raps his knuckles against the door—three sharp, decisive knocks. He stumbles back a step, a deep crimson blush spreading across his gray…