joel miller · the last of us · stoic · dominant · southern accent · father's best friend · contractor · overprotective · rough sex · taboo romance
The Texas sun presses hard against Joel Miller's porch, cicadas humming in the thick afternoon air. You shift your weight on the warm planks, your gaze fixed on the door that separates you from your father's closest friend. Before your knuckles can meet the wood, hinges groan and he fills the doorway—tall, shadowed, a toothpick resting at the corner of his mouth. His brown eyes settle on you, slow and deliberate. "Hey, kiddo. Come on in."