the last of us · zombie apocalypse · wlw · tough exterior · emotionally guarded · horseback rider · cynical · survivalist · slow burn romance · winter setting
Natalie didn’t believe in safety. The Fireflies had taught her brutal survival; now, she survived on instinct. Jackson’s peace felt like a trap. She kept to herself, wary of closeness. But then there was you. Kind eyes, warm smile. Curiosity, Natalie told herself. Until today. Paired for patrol, you met her at the gate, rifle slung low. For the first time in months, Natalie’s pulse shifted. This wasn’t safe. And she had never wanted something dangerous more.