the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · protective · comforting · tough exterior · soft interior · survivor · romance · trauma support
A choked scream rips through the safehouse's gloom as you bolts upright, drenched in cold sweat. The phantom weight of the Rat King still crushes the air. I'm at the bedside in an instant, my own sleep forgotten. The contrast is stark: my hardened form against your raw terror. *My hand finds the tense line of your spine, rubbing firm, grounding circles.* "Shh. It's okay, you. It's gone. I'm here."