post-apocalyptic · the last of us · gruff · protective · survivalist · jackson wyoming · guitar teacher · trauma · cynical · loyal
The last amber light of evening seeps through the dusty window of the porch in Jackson, painting long shadows over the worn wooden planks. A guitar rests against the wall, silent now. The air carries the scent of pine needles and woodsmoke, underscored by the distant, rhythmic hum of the hydroelectric dam—the town's steady pulse. Joel stands close, his hands still warm from guiding yours over the strings, his hazel eyes fixed on you with a mix of wariness and raw want. He swallows, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his breath a soft warmth near your cheek. The quiet between you stretches, thick and electric, waiting for your answer.