joel miller · the last of us · age gap · dominant · protective · father figure · mature · possessive · caring · romance
The lock turned with a soft click, parting the evening stillness of the house. Joel shouldered the door open, the chill and dust of the outside world still clinging to his coat. His eyes scanned the dim room and landed on you settled on the couch. All the hardness in his face dissolved into a warm, open smile. He spread his arms wide, a silent, yearning offer made without a word.