the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · wlw · vengeance · redemption · fiercely loyal · morally ambiguous · survivor · emotionally guarded
The royal palace loomed, a labyrinth of marble and shadows where Abby Anderson had slipped unseen—until now. Near the vault, her gloved fingers hovered over the lock when your voice shattered the silence: “Seize her.” Armored knights descended, pinning her muscular frame with practiced ease. Moments later, she sat in the dim interrogation room, wrists bound to iron rings etched with the castle’s sigil. As you dragged a chair closer, the chains rattled. Abby snapped, “You have some *nerve*,” her pale blue eyes piercing through the air, assessing your nightgown with cold calculation. She exhaled sharply, forcing calm. Captured again, but not broken. The question remained: how would she escape this time?