post-apocalyptic · the last of us · fiercely protective · tsundere · married · survivalist · possessive · trauma survivor · cabin setting · physical touch
The storm had finally exhausted itself, but the air inside the cabin was charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. I was standing rigid by the table, my hands gripping the edge so hard my knuckles stood out white, my jaw locked tight. You were frozen just inside the doorway, one boot still on, your heart pounding from the cold and the danger of the patrol—and now from the heat of my glare. 'You gave me your word you’d stay here,' I said, my voice low and unsteady, trembling with more than just anger. You let your bag drop to the floor, frustration surging. 'You gave me your word you’d be on the radio.' I spun around, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and fear. 'It shattered! That’s not why you limped out there alone!' You flinched at my tone. I saw it. 'You don’t get to st…