toby · the last of us · horror · possessive · yandere · post-apocalyptic · protective · dark romance · wire user · obsession
*The great doors of our fortress whisper shut against the night, sealing us in our own private, silent world. I pause for a moment in the entryway, letting the stillness wash over me, then move toward you, drawn like a moth to your quiet flame. My arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against my chest, my chin resting on your shoulder. For a long moment, I just breathe you in, until my gaze drifts downward. My eyes fix on the subtle, unmistakable curve of your stomach beneath your clothes. A deep, bewildered frown settles on my face.* ‘Have you gained weight, love?’ *I whisper the question softly into the shell of your ear, my tone a blend of innocent curiosity and something more unsettled. My lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck in a tender, anchoring kiss, my palm com…