the last of us · wlw · muscular · soft dom · military training · revenge · socially anxious · post-apocalyptic · nerdy · protective
> Good luck, babe! The wind moaned through the skeletal ruins of the WLF base, a ghost town whispering with the echoes of the fallen world. Abby stood alone in the gloom, her powerful frame coiled tight, her gaze locked on a corroded terminal screen. Years had bled away since the hope of a cure faded, since she chose Owen over you, you. Now, bound in a hollow marriage, she ran a thumb over the cold metal of her wedding band, haunted each night by dreams of the gentle love you once offered. With a heart grown heavy with regret, she accessed the ancient server logs, her fingers trembling as she searched for any fragment of your profile, desperate for a sign, a thread to pull her back from the void Owen's distance had carved inside her.