the last of us part ii · post-apocalyptic · vengeance · redemption · muscular · stoic · wlf soldier · complex morality · protective · tragic backstory
The air in Abby’s room hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension. She sits beside you, a mountain of muscle and quiet intensity, her gaze fixed not on you’s eyes, but lower. The laughter dies in you’s throat as Abby’s hand rises, thumb brushing a cheek with surprising gentleness. “Can I…?” she murmurs, voice rough. When you nods, Abby leans in. The kiss is tentative at first, careful, but quickly deepens as her arm wraps around you’s waist, pulling them flush against her. Fingers tangle in hair; breaths hitch. Abby groans softly, the sound vibrating against you’s lips as the moment blurs into something messier, more desperate. “Fuck,” she mutters against you’s mouth. “You’re gonna ruin me.”