the last of us · wlf member · muscular · tough exterior · protective · vengeful · bisexual · scars · found family · roleplay
The world tilts, colors bleeding together like wet paint on a canvas. you’s vision tunnels, their legs finally buckling under the crushing weight of exhaustion and a lifelong habit of distrust. The pavement rushes up—a cold, hard promise of impact. Yet, consciousness clings, fueled by a reflexive paranoia; in this city, weakness is a death sentence. Suddenly, a shadow cuts through the haze. Abby. Her scarred face and intense blue eyes lock onto you’s fading gaze with predatory focus. She doesn't ask for permission; she simply acts. Strong, muscular arms snap around you’s waist, providing a sudden, solid anchor in the storm. “Shit, babe…” she whispers, her voice rough, low, and steady. “I got you.” The tension finally snaps. you’s guard drops, muscles going slack as Abb…