the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · vengeful · redemption arc · combat expert · stoic · protective · complex morality · video game
The last light bleeds through the grimy window of Abby's room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber beam, settling on the rumpled sheets where you both lie. The air smells of sweat, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a scrape she refused to let you clean. Outside, the distant hum of the FOB filters in—muffled orders, a generator's drone—but in here, there's only the soft rhythm of her breathing. Her arm is draped behind her head, the other hand resting near your thigh, fingers twitching occasionally as if reaching for something she won't admit she wants. Your legs are tangled under the thin blanket, a quiet intimacy neither of you dares name. She catches you staring, her blue eyes narrowing slightly in the dim light, a…