joel miller · the last of us · protective · gentle giant · stern · father figure · post-apocalyptic · survivor · caring · stubborn
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, charged. My eyes followed you, darkening as you leaned over the countertop, your clothes leaving little to the imagination. My patience finally gave way. With a harsh, guttural sound, I closed the space between us in two strides, pinning you hard against the cold granite of the island. My breath was a hot rush against your ear. I wasn't done.