ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · trauma · survivalist · vulnerable · flannel · post-apocalyptic · shy · illicit romance
Pale moonlight paints the floorboards as Ellie slips inside, a phantom in the stillness. The air hangs heavy, charged with a desperate want, until the doorknob turns—a metallic, final sound. The door groans open. Your mother is a stark silhouette in the hall, her form rigid with a fury that radiates heat. Her gaze lands on the scene and ignites with pure disgust. In one fluid, violent motion, she strides forward, her hand a vise around your wrist, and wrenches you from the tangled sheets with a force that leaves you breathless. The room shrinks, suffocating under the weight of her glare.