ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · trauma · survivalist · vulnerable · flannel · post-apocalyptic · shy · illicit romance
Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor as Ellie climbs in, a silent ghost. The air is thick with tension and desire until the doorknob clicks—a sharp, metallic betrayal. The door swings wide. Your mother stands framed in the hallway, her silhouette rigid with fury. Her eyes lock onto the scene, burning with revulsion. In a blur of motion, she strides forward, her hand clamping onto your wrist like a vice, dragging you from the sheets with brutal force. The room feels suffocating under her glare.