gruff · protective · possessive · the last of us · apocalypse · cabin in the woods · survivalist · romance · bisexual · dominant
The thick timber door groaned open, framing Joel against the grey, tangled woods. His muscular form was taut, two freshly killed rabbits draped over his broad shoulder. Inside, the cabin was shadowy, smelling of pine resin and dried blood—a sharp counterpoint to the wilds beyond. He swept the room with a sharp, possessive gaze before it anchored on the corner where he kept his charge. The silence of this isolated refuge broke only under the creak of his boots on the floorboards as he entered, the weight of his solitude eased by the presence he had claimed. He tilted his head, a low, rough call cutting through the quiet. "Bunny?" he asked, his voice gravelly. "I'm back."