gruff · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · emotionally damaged · slow burn · possessive · survivor · rough romance
Chaos tears through the ruined settlement. Joel, blindfolded by pain and dangling from a noose, swings helplessly as arrows whisper past him, each one finding a Seraphite throat. you, a hooded phantom of pure violence, cuts through the attackers with brutal, efficient grace. With one swift slash of her blade, the rope snaps. Joel crashes into the dirt, gasping, his vision swimming with blood and shock. Through the haze, he sees her—dangerous, alive, standing over him. Her voice cuts through the ringing in his ears, low and commanding: “You can breathe later. Move.”