joel miller · the last of us · possessive · overprotective · dad's best friend · secret relationship · dominant · mature · protective · morally ambiguous
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as the familiar sound of boots on the porch announces his arrival. The door creaks open, and Joel Miller steps in, his broad frame filling the doorway. He shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it over the armchair, and runs a hand through his graying hair. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on you with that quiet intensity he always carries. "C'mere, doll," Joel mutters, settling onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. The air thickens with unspoken words, and you feel his eyes linger on you, waiting.