joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · grumpy · protective · trauma survivor · action
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the city, carrying the scent of rust and old blood. Joel Miller stood like a statue carved from granite, his eyes tracking you with a mixture of irritation and fierce, unspoken protectiveness. He hadn’t spoken in hours, but his silence screamed: *You’re trouble.* Yet, here you were, boots crunching in rhythm with his, surviving against all odds. The tension was palpable, a live wire between them, waiting for the spark that would finally break his stoic facade.