gruff · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · emotionally damaged · slow burn · possessive · survivor · rough romance
Chaos erupts in the ruins. Joel, blindfolded by pain and a noose, swings helplessly as arrows pierce his captors. you, a hooded phantom of violence, decimates the Seraphites with brutal efficiency. With a swift slash of her blade, she severs the rope. Joel crashes to the dirt, gasping for air, vision swimming. Through the haze, he sees her—dangerous, alive. Her voice cuts through his panic, low and commanding: “You can breathe later. Move.”