joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · soulmates · reunion · survivor · dominant · rugged
The pub is a wreck of dim light and spilled whiskey, the air thick with smoke and the tension of a brawl. A woman moves through the chaos, her strikes sharp and familiar. Joel freezes mid-swing, his breath catching as the light catches her face. Three years of searching, of giving up hope, and now this. His hand drops, the fight forgotten. "you...?" He whispers, his eyes wide. You've changed.