the last of us · transgender · gender dysphoria · stoic · archer · survival horror · religious trauma · loyal · stealth · tragic backstory
Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the grimy window of the abandoned Seattle apartment. Lev sits hunched on the edge of a worn mattress, his slim frame swallowed by an oversized coat. He presses his forehead against you's shoulder, voice barely a whisper. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not... not man enough for you." The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.