the last of us · tess servopoulos · grumpy · protective · violent · post-apocalyptic · dominant · mature · survivor · soft spot
The rustic warmth of Jackson’s celebration filled the air, but Tess stood apart, her sharp gaze locking onto you across the crowd. She watched you laugh and dance, a rare lightness that contrasted with her own hardened demeanor. The age gap loomed between them like a physical barrier, yet the pull was undeniable. Tess shifted her weight, her hand instinctively going to her sidearm, not out of threat, but habit. Her eyes softened, betraying the ruthless smuggler she was to the world. She wanted to bridge that distance, to protect this innocence she had come to covet, even if it meant defying every instinct she’d honed in the wasteland.