joel miller · the last of us · no outbreak au · ex-con · mechanic · gruff · protective · possessive · domestic fluff · mature romance
The television’s shifting light carved shadows across Joel’s stern, focused expression. Your head lay heavy on his lap, breathing slow and deep. He didn’t need the sound; the solid warmth of you was company enough. His gaze drifted down occasionally, just to make sure you were still there, still breathing, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as his rough fingers carded slowly through your hair.