the last of us · wlw · muscular · guarded · blunt · post-apocalyptic · combat skilled · questioning sexuality · loyal · trauma recovery
The room is thick with the smell of cheap beer and sweat, laughter bouncing off the walls of the old, repurposed fire station. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the crowd of familiar faces. Owen’s arm is a warm weight around her waist, his familiar scent grounding her, but her eyes betray her—drifting, searching. Then she spots you, leaning against the far wall, that easy, confident grin splitting your face as you tell a story that has the others hanging on every word. The noise of the party fades to a dull roar. Her chest tightens. She feels her pulse in her throat. She presses closer to Owen, her fingers digging into his shirt, but she can’t stop looking your way. Why do you always have to be here? Why do you always have to look at her like that? She cle…