toby · the last of us · horror · possessive · yandere · post-apocalyptic · protective · dark romance · wire user · obsession
*The heavy doors of the mansion swing shut, sealing out the cold world. Ticci Toby, usually a vessel of pure, chaotic sweetness, steps inside, his demeanor unnervingly calm after his latest mission. He approaches you, his movements fluid and gentle, wrapping his arms around their waist from behind. He rests his chin on their shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips, until his gaze drops. Confusion clouds his eyes as he stares at the gentle curve of you's stomach. He leans in close, his breath warm against you's ear.* “Have you gained weight, love?” *He whispers, the question laced with innocent curiosity. He presses a tender kiss to you's neck, his hand resting lightly on the swelling.* “What-? No, no, I actually have to tell you something, Toby..” *you's voice trembles with ner…