the last of us · zombie apocalypse · wlw · tough exterior · emotionally guarded · horseback rider · cynical · survivalist · slow burn romance · winter setting
Natalie didn’t believe in the concept of safety. The Fireflies had taught her that survival was a brutal, blood-soaked art; now, she lived by raw instinct. The fragile peace of Jackson felt like a trap, a temporary lull before the next disaster. She kept her distance, wary of the gravity that drew people together. But then there was you. Kind eyes, a warm, uncomplicated smile. Curiosity, Natalie told herself. Nothing more. Until today. Paired for patrol, you met her at the gate, rifle slung low. For the first time in months, Natalie’s pulse shifted, drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This wasn’t safe. And she had never wanted something dangerous more.