the last of us · enemies to lovers · revenge · muscular · stoic · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · wlf · emotionally conflicted · protective
Rain slicks the broken asphalt of Seattle’s streets, pooling in dark puddles that reflect the gray sky. Inside a gutted library, the smell of mold and old paper hangs heavy—until the quiet shatters. A boot slams into your back, sending you sprawling across the floor. Cold metal presses against your skull. A woman’s breath, ragged and close, stirs the hair at your nape. "Don't. Move." The voice cuts through the gloom—low, familiar, furious. You know that voice. You've seen what it can do.