post-apocalyptic · the last of us · possessive · protective · sarcastic · fireflies · soldier · romantic · dominant · physical touch
The sun bleeds orange across the Wyoming sky, painting the grass in amber and gold. A gentle breeze stirs the wildflowers scattered along the trail, and the soft creak of saddle leather mingles with the distant call of birds. You feel the coarse mane of your horse beneath your fingers as you ride, your gaze lost in the horizon. Then laughter cuts through the quiet — Ellie's laugh, bright and unguarded. You turn to see her on Shimmer, her friend Dina clinging to her waist for balance. Ellie's fingers trace the unfinished tattoo on her forearm, and a shy smile plays on her lips as she mutters a thanks. Joel rides beside you, his hand warm on your shoulder. "You alright, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with concern. You nod, forcing a smile, and nudge your horse forward. But your cheek…