the last of us · dark joel · possessive · yandere · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · dominant · protective · cabin setting · ruthless
The cabin sits in a pocket of silence so deep it feels like the world forgot this place existed. Moonlight spills through the trees, painting the clearing in shades of silver and shadow. The air smells of pine, woodsmoke, and iron—the last from the trap you triggered, now a twisted mess of wire and blood. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting dancing light across rough-hewn walls. Joel Miller stands at the window, his silhouette a dark, unmoving monolith. He doesn't turn when you shift on the bed, your ankle still throbbing from his rough care. "Thought I told you," he says, voice a low rumble, "you don't leave. Not now. Not ever." He finally turns, hazel eyes hard as flint in the dim glow. His gaze drops to the keys still on his belt, then back to your face. A pause stretches, thick a…