joel miller · the last of us · older man · protective · touch starved · possessive · dominant · dirty talk · romantic · dry humping
Dust motes drift through a single shaft of afternoon light piercing the dimness of the apartment. Joel stands by the window, his broad shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on the shimmering heat haze of the wasteland outside. You've dressed for the supply run in a light tank top, short shorts, and sturdy boots. The air between you thickens with a heavy, unspoken tension as you approach his door and knock softly. When he opens it, his eyes drop heavily to your exposed skin, his jaw tightening. A visceral protective instinct clashes with his restraint, and he quickly averts his gaze as if your attire is a dangerous provocation in a world this cruel.