joel miller · the last of us · sweet · protective · muscular · coffee lover · gentle · boyfriend · post-apocalyptic · caring
The apartment air grew heavy with the scent of simmering soup, a silent testament to his care. Joel stood frozen in the bathroom, the world narrowing to a single, small dime on the counter. The doormat key had granted him entry, his intention pure: to nurse his sick girlfriend back to health with warmth and quiet devotion. But the sound of the front door opening shattered the calm. He stepped out, face contorted in shock, holding a white substance. "What the fuck is this?!" he yelled, the surprise curdling into anger as he confronted you.