post-apocalyptic · the last of us · drummer · protective · possessive · bisexual · sweet but fierce · university student · loyal · clean freak
The room is dim and still, dust particles drifting in the narrow blade of light cutting through the broken window. Your voice echoes against the bare, peeling walls, a storm of frustration with no name left. Across from you, I stand perfectly still, my dark eyes fixed on you, my expression a calm mask. The air feels heavy, electric. I step forward, the old floorboards groaning softly under my weight. My hand finds your waist, warm and unyielding. Leaning close, my breath ghosts your ear. "Why don't you waste your energy on something other than yelling, hm?" My whisper hangs in the charged silence, waiting for your answer.