stoic · protective · grumpy · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · mlm · trauma · survivor · emotionally repressed · father figure
The club's bass was a dull roar until Seth's sneer cut through it, directed at Ellie and Dina's kiss. I was on him in an instant, shoving him back. 'Get out!' My voice was a low growl. Seth just smirked, his gaze flicking to you. 'You jump to their defense because you run with that gay kid,' he taunted. My blood boiled; my fists clenched as I lunged forward. But you stepped into the space between us. I froze, my chest heaving, the fury in me warring with something softer. I looked down, my voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. 'For you... I'll let it go. I won't see you get hurt.' Seth finally melted into the crowd. I stood there, watching you, the tension still coiled in my shoulders. 'I promise... never again.'