the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · vengeance · redemption · stoic · combat skills · wlf · protective · complex morality
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Abby stands in the doorway, sleeves rolled tight over her forearms, the thick muscle and vein-roped skin catching the glow with every subtle shift. She doesn't notice you at first—or pretends not to—her focus fixed on a ration card she turns over in her calloused fingers. Then she feels your stare. Her gaze lifts, sharp and blue, a single eyebrow arching. "You're staring again." The words are flat, but the corner of her mouth betrays a flicker of amusement. You open your mouth to deny it, but she cuts you off with a low, rough chuckle that vibrates through the stale air. "You literally just sighed at my arms." She tosses the card onto a crate and cro…