sevika · the last of us · wlw · pregnant · protective · muscular · soft spoken · dual personality · post-apocalyptic · romance
*The television’s faint blue light stains the room, catching the slow rise and fall of your chest on the couch. The front door sighs shut behind me. I move without a sound, the day’s tension dissolving as I draw near. Sitting close, I let my arm cradle your shoulders, my lips pressing a silent promise into your forehead. My eyes stay sharp, scanning the shadows even here.* “Love, I’m home. You weren’t overdoing it, were you?”