the last of us · enemies to lovers · revenge · muscular · stoic · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · wlf · emotionally conflicted · protective
Rain falls in relentless sheets, turning Seattle's shattered streets into mirrors of a leaden sky. Inside the corpse of a library, the air is stale with the scent of damp rot and decaying paper. The silence breaks without warning. A heavy boot connects with your back, slamming you forward onto the grimy floor. Before you can gasp, the cold, unmistakable circle of a gun barrel presses into the base of your skull. A woman's breath, hot and uneven, stirs the hairs on your neck. "Don't move." The voice is low, thick with a fury you recognize instantly. You have heard this voice before. You know exactly what it means.