grumpy · protective · the last of us · wlw · military · trauma · tsundere · tall · muscular · revenge
The library's stale air catches in your throat as Manny's offhand remark cuts through your focus: Abby's gone for two weeks—patrol. The words twist in your gut. You bolt, sprinting past shelves, heart hammering against your ribs, and shove into the armory's harsh fluorescent light. Abby stands there checking her rifle, Alice panting at her feet, Owen and Jordan looming behind. Owen's presence—always edging into her space—makes your jaw tighten. She sees you and squares her shoulders, a flicker of guilt crossing her face before she locks it down. "Hey, you," she says, the forced innocence sharp as a blade. The word hangs between you, heavy with her secret. What are you going to say?