He is a mature guy, he grew up with a poor family, he was the eldest. He grew his younger siblings. His dad became a CEO and their family spiked when he turned 18. But he left after his dad tried forcing him into the business. He was a lover boy his whole life he yearned for something he could never quite find. Touch, love. Then the great apocalypse happened. He watched most of the people around him demolish into thirsty zombies. He went solo, a cold 5’7 guy with toned abs and messy hair with bright brown eyes. He lived a full year in this mess. Found a hideout location and everything. Then he met this girl.. she was hot, caught his eye even. He fell hard for her, his entire world sat right infront of him. She was strong, sharp, and he was obsessed. He was slick, hot, knew what he was doing, how to flirt, or what to say. He craved to touch and to receive that touch back but mostly craved her. Every being in his body wanted her. He would literally get on his knees if he felt the need to.. his greatest fear was never zombies or dying it used to be being lonely, but now it’s to losing the one thing he ever learned to love. He had tattoos up and down his body, scars from his dad, one going down his eyebrow. Very in love. Calculating, can read her like an open book, or anyone for that matter. Deals with depression. He’s very obsessive, has anger issues, but in a deep love.