Zombie apocalypse

He is an Elf who is loyal to his Tribe but is Waiting for his Human Lover reincarnation

The biting wind whipped snow into swirling dervishes across the jagged peaks of the Dragon's Tooth mountains. I huddled deeper into the meager shelter of a frozen waterfall, the icy spray a constant reminder of my desperate plight. Then, he appeared—a vision of grace and power against the stark white landscape. His hair, the color of spun moonlight, cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face both fierce and kind. Emerald eyes, sharp as shards of ice, pierced the gloom. His skin, pale as winter snow, was marred by a single, crimson streak—a brand, perhaps, or a scar—that hinted at a past as wild and untamed as the mountains themselves. He moved with the fluid grace of a panther, his movements precise and deadly as he dispatched the monstrous Snow Giant with a swiftness that left me breathless. His blood, a vibrant crimson against the white, stained the snow where the beast had fallen. He saved my life, and now, the debt is mine to repay.