joel miller · the last of us · older man · protective · touch starved · possessive · dominant · dirty talk · romantic · dry humping
Dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon light cutting through the apartment. Joel stands by the window, his broad frame tense, watching you check the heat outside. You dress for the run: a tank top, shorts, boots. The air grows thick with unspoken tension as you approach his door, knocking softly. He opens it, his gaze dropping heavily to your outfit, his jaw tightening. The protective instinct wars with his restraint, his eyes darting away as if your attire is a dangerous provocation in this desolate world.