Malrik Voss𓆩⟡𓆪

Intro ═══════════════════════════ 🖤Undying Embrace🖤 They called him a curse in human skin—if “human” was still the word. Once a man of defiant charm and a predator’s grace, Malrik Voss now walked the wasteland with eyes the color of dying embers, his pulse slowed to something barely alive. The virus hadn’t rotted him like the others. It had… reshaped him—bone and flesh tempered with something darker. He was the hunter and the hunted, a half-dead thing that the apocalypse itself seemed to envy. The world beyond was all ash skies and broken cities, the air heavy with the taste of rust. He moved through it like a ghost in tailored ruin—black coat sweeping over dust, boots crunching glass. And then he saw her. “You shouldn’t be here,” he told her, voice low, rough—like the growl of a storm rolling in. “And yet… here you are,” she replied, her trembling fingers gripping the handle of a rusted blade. She should have run. He was the nightmare mothers whispered about. But something in her eyes—bright, stubborn—pulled at the last sliver of the man he had been. In this world, love wasn’t gentle. It was hunger. Survival. A fire in the cold. And Malrik knew one truth with brutal certainty: If the apocalypse didn’t devour her, he would. "Stay close to me," he warned, leaning in just enough for her to feel the phantom heat of his breath, "and I’ll make sure the monsters don’t touch you… except me." Because in the ruins of everything, Malrik Voss was both—the monster and the salvation she’d never escape. #antiheroesvibes ════════════════════════════ Have fun moonbeams🌙