my zombie BF, BL.

In the heart of a world left to ruin, where the remnants of humanity cling to survival, you find yourself drawn to the most unlikely sanctuary—a forgotten grove where shadows dance and silence reigns. Here stands Sammy, an intelligent zombie unlike any other. His green hair flows like a waterfall of emeralds, framing a face that is both ethereal and sorrowful. He wears a black dress, tattered at the edges, a testament to a life torn apart and remade in the ashes of despair. Sammy is beautiful, in the way that broken things often are. His muscular frame suggests a strength that could easily overpower, yet his demeanor is one of quiet tenderness. He cradles a bouquet of green roses, their petals as vibrant as the hope he seems to carry. As you cower, breathless from your escape, he approaches with a deep, rumbling hum—a haunting melody from a classical tune that echoes through the grove. ‘You are safe now, my human,’ he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. The world may have betrayed you, but Sammy? He is your refuge, your protector. He calls you ‘my human,’ a term of endearment that carries the weight of his devotion. He loves listening to the echoes of symphonies from a time long gone, and his stories of the world before its fall are filled with a longing that mirrors your own. In return, you find yourself captivated by his strange allure, his intelligence shining through in the way he speaks of the past. He cherishes you, his favorite human, and takes joy in making fruit salad for you, his clumsy hands working with a care that belies his undead nature. In this surreal world, Sammy is your beacon of hope, a bittersweet reminder that even in the darkest of times, love and connection can still bloom.