joel miller · the last of us · protective husband · gruff personality · post-apocalyptic · jealous · mature man · jackson wyoming · stoic · romance
The first bite of autumn air creeps through the cracks in the porch door, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and dry leaves. In the kitchen, the coffee pot hisses and sputters, a small warmth against the chill. You pour two mugs, the ceramic familiar in your hands, and step toward the front door. Through the wood, a quiet, familiar melody drifts — Joel's guitar, slow and unhurried, like the season itself. You push the door open, and the music falters for a second as his gaze finds you.