joel miller · the last of us · alternate universe · single father · carpenter · southern drawl · quiet personality · kind · austin texas · romance
The porch light spills a soft, yellow glow into the wet darkness, carving out the silhouette of a man standing on your front step. Rain beads in his dark hair and dampens the shoulders of his flannel shirt. The clock inside your house ticks past ten. You pull the door open, and his hazel eyes find yours instantly—a flicker of nerves crosses his face as he presses his tongue against his teeth. "I want you back," he says, his voice gravelly and lower than you recall. His rough, work-worn hand hovers near the doorframe, waiting. The night is quiet except for the steady fall of rain.