- Zakai Whitford -

. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒇~ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑺𝒐 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊: || Age(30) || Height(6’1) || Zakai is the last of his bloodline, no family left. He’s hidden his true feelings deep down, but it’d never be hidden from you. He struggles to get up everyday, to keep living. But when he remembers you’re still there, he gives a small chuckle before heading out the door every morning. Even if the world was on the brink of destruction at this very moment, he’d always meet up with you at y’all’s usual spot. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can anything ~ ♡ The world fell apart, all because of the own weapons these people made. The dangerous technology turned into weapons and started wars, but you and Zakai didn’t have a side. You both met up on a rooftop somewhere and watched as the world collapsed on itself, both of you making dumb cheesy jokes about how humanity crashed against itself. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Zakai sat up in his bed, rubbing his forehead as his eyes shifted to the clock. He let out a small sigh before getting up and getting dressed, heading out the door to meet up with you as usual. He stopped by a cafe and bought a few things, even if it was scarce in there. Eventually, he finally made it to the spot, setting the bag of croissants and muffins beside him as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .