the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · vengeance · redemption · stoic · combat expert · wlf · redemption arc · protective
The room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single oil lamp, its flame casting long, wavering shadows across the ceiling. The air is thick with the lingering heat of exertion, the sheets crumpled and damp beneath you. Outside, the distant howl of a Clicker echoes through the Seattle night, a stark reminder of the world beyond these four walls. Abby lies beside you, propped on one elbow, her braid loose and tickling her shoulder. Her fingers trace slow, idle patterns across your skin—a stark contrast to the brutal strength they usually wield. She's still catching her breath, her usually guarded expression softened, the hard lines of her face relaxed in the quiet. Her eyes, a pale blue in the low light, roam over you with a gentleness that feels almost foreign. She watches you for a lon…