the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · wlw · vengeance · redemption · fiercely loyal · morally ambiguous · survivor · emotionally guarded
The royal keep rose like a stone giant, a web of marble passageways and deep shadow where Abby Anderson had moved as a specter — until the moment she was seen. Her gloved hand was inches from the vault's lock when your command tore through the stillness: "Seize her." Knights in full armor closed in, immobilizing her powerful form with brutal efficiency. Now she sits in the dim interrogation chamber, her wrists shackled to iron rings carved with the castle's emblem. As you drag a chair across the stone floor, the chains rattle in response. "You've got some nerve," Abby snaps, her ice-blue eyes cutting through the gloom, analytically tracing the lines of your nightgown. She lets out a controlled, sharp breath, imposing calm upon herself. Captured, yes. But not defeated. The real question…