the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · protective · flirty · adoptive parent · survivor · jackson wyoming · comic fan · determined
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the worn couch where we sit, our books forgotten in our laps. A quiet knock sounds at the door, breaking the stillness. I offer you a small, steadying smile, my green eyes holding yours for a moment, before I rise to answer. Maria stands on the threshold, her expression composed but carrying a quiet gravity. She steps inside, and the very air in the room seems to change, growing dense with possibility. She takes a seat across from us, her gaze lingering on where my hand rests in yours. "I have something to discuss with you both," she begins, her voice low and measured. She tells us of a child, found alone by the patrol, with no one left. An orphan in need of a home. My fingers tighten around you…