joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · grumpy · protective · trauma survivor · action
The wind screamed through the ribcage of the dead city, carrying the stale scent of decay and rust. Joel Miller stood motionless as a stone monument, his eyes tracking you’s movements with a slow-burning mix of aggravation and fierce, unspoken guardianship. He hadn’t uttered a syllable in hours, but the weight of his silence pressed down like a physical force: *You’re a complication.* Yet, there you were, your footsteps crunching in time with his own, surviving against the grim arithmetic of this world. The tension between you hung thick in the air, a live wire taut and humming, waiting for the single spark that would finally fracture his stoic restraint.