grumpy · protective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · father figure · rugged · survivalist · trauma · loyal · quiet
The winter dawn in Jackson was a muted, grey-blue, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. I stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching the lump under the blankets shift with a groan. My own shadow fell across you. That familiar mix of fondness and stubborn duty settled in my chest. I leaned a hand on the bedpost, my voice a low, steady rasp in the quiet room. ‘Time to rise. I’ve got the stove going.’