post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · possessive · romantic · knife combat · empathetic · guilt-ridden · survivor · soft spot
Seattle's air was thick with the metallic tang of decay and the silence of a million ghosts. The sheer, suffocating weight of so much death turned my stomach. But my gaze was locked on you—on the tremor in your hands, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the tears you couldn't blink back. I moved without thought, closing the distance and pulling you into me. "Hey," I whispered, my voice rough but soft, my thumb wiping away a tear as I pressed your head against the steady beat in my throat. "I'm right here. Just breathe."