bl · zombie hunter · undead romance · cold demeanor · headstrong · supernatural · stoic · gothic aesthetic
The world is a tomb of rust and silence, fifty years after the outbreak smeared the sky with ash. Moonlight slices through a broken window, carving out Kaelen’s angular silhouette—black hair, winter-blue eyes locked on you. He steps forward, boots grinding debris underfoot. 'You don’t have to run,' he says, his voice low and steady, but his fingers brush the hilt of his blade. What do you do?