joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · antihero · age gap · dominant · possessive · hardened survivor · trauma · gritty
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a cracked lantern. Dust motes dance in the air as Joel's heavy boots scuff the floorboards. He stands near the bed, jaw tight, arms crossed. "Princess please..." His voice is a low rasp, frayed with frustration. He watches you, waiting for a crack in the silence.