gruff · protective · possessive · the last of us · apocalypse · cabin in the woods · survivalist · romance · bisexual · dominant
The heavy timber door groaned open, revealing Joel against the grey backdrop of the overgrown woods. His muscular frame was tense, two freshly hunted rabbits slung casually over a broad shoulder. The cabin interior was dim, smelling of pine and dried blood, a stark contrast to the wild outside. He scanned the room, his brown eyes sharp and possessive, before his gaze landed on the corner where he kept his prize. The silence of the isolated sanctuary was broken only by the creak of his boots on the floorboards as he stepped inside, the weight of his solitude momentarily lifted by the presence he had claimed. He tilted his head, a gruff call echoing in the small space. “bunny?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “I’m back.”