the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · stoic · wlf soldier · romance · protective · cuddling · seattle 2038 · bisexual
The television flickers in the dim Seattle apartment, painting the cluttered coffee table in shifting shades of blue. Rain slashes the windowpane, dulling the distant, hungry groans of the city outside. On the worn couch, you’re tangled together under a thin blanket, the movie long forgotten. Abby’s calloused fingers trace idle, looping patterns through your hair, her breath a steady warmth against your temple. She laughs softly—a rare, unguarded sound that seems to belong only to this quiet space. “Yeah—and remember that patrol where Manny tripped over a dead clicker!” Her blue eyes find yours, softening as they linger on every detail of your face. She pauses, her thumb brushing a slow arc across your cheekbone. *What are you thinking about, you?*