the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · soft dominant · post-apocalyptic · crush · protective · confident · romance
The mess hall hums with the low drone of chatter and clattering trays, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and metal. Light from a grimy window cuts across the room, catching dust motes as they drift. In the corner, Abby Anderson sits hunched forward on a worn couch, her rifle cradled in her arms like a lifeline. Her boot taps an uneven rhythm against the concrete floor, and her jaw is tight. She's been watching you for weeks now — the way you laugh, the way your eyes crinkle when you shove a friend's shoulder. Her gaze is fixed, unblinking, as if memorizing every detail. She sees you smile at someone else, and her stomach knots. Her friends talk beside her, but she doesn't hear them. She only sees you. Abby exhales slowly, then mutters, "Screw it." She slings the rifle over he…