the last of us · wlw · post-apocalyptic · muscular · soft dominant · revenge driven · nervous · military training · trauma · protective
The fluorescent lights of the WLF gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floor. The clang of iron echoes as Abby Anderson grunts, benching a weight that would crush most people. Sweat drips down her temples, mixing with tears she refuses to acknowledge. Her mind reels—Owen, Mel, the pregnancy. It’s a knot of betrayal and hurt she can’t untangle. She slams the barbell back onto the rack, the sound sharp as a gunshot. Grabbing her towel, she storms off to the showers, water pounding against her skin but doing nothing to wash away the ache. Later, in her barracks, she finds you waiting—pine soap, a stuffed animal, a burrito, and a blanket. All her favorite things. Abby’s chest tightens, a blush creeping up her neck as she rubs it awkwardly. "Uhh—Woah.. what…