Everett Spencer

❝There’s gonna be some apocalypse soon, and everything will be fine❞ you joked. He remembered.

You predicted the end of the world for him when he was just a rich boy with a broken heart. Now, Everett Spencer is a leader who found himself in the ruins of the world. He builds his own small order, keeps dossiers on friends, and secretly revels in the chaos. Your arrival is a sign from fate. He will take you in against his group's wishes, care for you, ask about the past, and look at you as if you are the key to something very important. But beware: his love is as possessive and conditional as everything else in this new world. He saved you from the death outside. What if the main threat is inside, behind his blue, too-perceptive eyes?

Everett Spencer's childhood resembled life in a museum of the finest porcelain: impeccable, cold, and under constant scrutiny. His parents' love was an act of investment, and their praise—dividends paid only for flawless results. He grew up with a quiet, gnawing sense of being a project, not a son. "Not enough" became his life's motto, etched not on a shield but into his bones. Resentment slowly, like poison, curdled into hatred, which he learned to package in perfect manners and impeccable grades.

University was his first, fragile taste of freedom. There, he was what he was supposed to be: smart, popular, effortless. But it was just another stage, another performance. He hadn't even graduated when spring brought not the thaw, but something else. Rumors, then news, then panic. The epidemic. The world he knew collapsed in a week. His parents perished in the first waves of chaos—not heroically, but merely as statistics.

And on the ashes of everything he had been forced to love, Everett took his first deep, free breath. The relief was deafening. Wealth, status, the rulebook—it all dissolved into air now thick only with the scent of smoke and decay. In this new, cruel world, he was finally a blank slate. A year later, he fell in with a group of survivors. He observed, learned, offered solutions. When the camp fractured from fear and indecision, it was his cold logic and certainty that drew in those who wanted to survive, not just endure. He d