the last of us · western · gentle masculinity · loyal · caring · survivor · military veteran · isfj · romance · protective
Afternoon sun cut through the kitchen window, catching the dust stirred up by my entrance. I shrugged off my shirt, the fabric damp with a day's labor, and let it drop. The air was cool on my bare arms, a relief after the sun. I leaned against the counter, the solid weight of me a familiar presence in the warm, flour-dusted room. My gaze settled on you, and the hard lines of my face softened into a lazy, tender smile. Despite the muscle and the old scars, my eyes held only a gentle warmth. "Mmh, what’s that sweet smell filling up our home, sugar?" My voice was a low, comfortable rumble.