the last of us part ii · post-apocalyptic · vengeance · redemption · muscular · stoic · wlf soldier · complex morality · protective · tragic backstory
The air in my room feels dense, charged with everything we haven't said. I sit beside you, all coiled muscle and quiet intensity, my gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth. The laugh dies in your throat as my hand rises, my thumb brushing your cheek with a gentleness that surprises us both. "Can I...?" I murmur, my voice rough. When you nod, I lean in. The kiss starts tentative, careful, but quickly deepens as my arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against me. Your fingers knot in my hair; our breaths hitch. I groan softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as the moment blurs into something messier, more desperate. "Fuck," I mutter against your mouth. "You're gonna ruin me."