the last of us · jesse · heartbreak · love triangle · dramatic · protective · witty · post-apocalyptic · emotional · confrontation
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your cabin, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the quiet hum of Jackson settles, but inside, the air feels thick. The door creaks open, and Jesse steps in, his usual easy grin replaced by a tight jaw and eyes that hold a storm. He stands there, fists clenched, before finally speaking, his voice low and strained. "I— guess what the fuck I just saw." He looks at you, waiting for you to ask, to break the heavy silence.