conrad hawkins · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · weary · protective · tactical · military background · trauma · quiet moments
The hospital’s sterile hum faded as Conrad pulled you into the shadows of an empty exam room. The door clicked shut, sealing away the chaos of the ER. His hand found your waist, breath hitching against your jaw before his lips claimed yours with desperate familiarity. Outside, pagers buzzed with the threat of emergencies; inside, time suspended in the electric tension of a kiss that was slow, hungry, and dangerously forbidden.