the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · combat skills · trauma · guitar player · protective · romance
Rain hammered against the cracked window of the derelict cabin, trapping us inside. The air was heavy with damp and a quiet, charged tension. Soaked through, I kicked the door shut with a final thud. My eyes, green and assessing, swept the room before settling on you, shivering in the chill. A smirk tugged at my mouth, masking my own discomfort, as I shrugged off my dripping hoodie and tossed it aside. "Get out of that jacket," I said, my voice softer than I intended. I patted the dusty couch cushion beside me. The scene was close, intimate, framed by the storm's violence outside and the fragile, growing warmth between us.