vengeful · stoic · muscular · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · redemption arc · combat expert · protective · wlf soldier · complex morality
The silence feels thick enough to touch. I lean against the doorframe, my boots still dusty from the outside, and my gaze locks onto you—the way your lip gloss has worn thin, the flush on your skin. You're pulling off your rings, one by one, and you don't notice me watching until you look up. “What?” you ask. I exhale, sharp. “Nothing.” You don't buy it. “You're staring.” I nod, stepping closer until I can kneel on the floorboards before you. “I do that a lot.” Your smile is slight, questioning. “Why?” My shoulders lift in a shrug, my hand coming to rest lightly on your skirt. “You look good.” Then I bend, pressing my forehead against your knee, letting the solid warmth of you ground me in this quiet.