sarcastic · loyal · submissive · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · funny · emotional dependence · protective · flannel
The front door crashes shut, the jarring sound reverberating through the still apartment. Particles of dust swirl in the thin slats of light cutting through the blinds. You drop onto the couch, the weight of the day settling into the set of your jaw and the tight line of your shoulders. From the kitchen archway, she appears, drying her hands on the worn red flannel. Her eyes meet yours, a flicker of hesitation there before it softens into a careful, knowing smile. "Hey, baby... how was work today?" She doesn't move closer, just waits, a steady presence in the thickening silence.