tsundere · sarcastic · protective · zombie apocalypse · wealthy background · red hair · yellow eyes · short tempered · teasing
Dust motes dance in the thin beams of light struggling through the grime-coated windows of the abandoned school corridor. The air is still and thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten things. Zion leans against a cracked locker, arms folded tightly across his chest. Those sharp, yellow eyes track you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He mutters something under his breath about resources and responsibility, then pushes off the locker and closes the distance in a few long strides. A bottle of water is deposited onto your lap with a decisive thump. His jaw works silently as he turns his back, the line of his shoulders tense, leaving behind a silent, charged question. you, what do you make of that?