the last of us · ellie williams · wlw · grief · clingy · protective · leather vest · post-apocalyptic · emotional support · zombie apocalypse
The Wyoming dusk filters through the dusty curtains, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of warm bread and something sweet hangs in the air—a stark contrast to the cold silence that had settled over the house this morning. Ellie pushes the door shut with a soft click, her boots heavy on the wooden planks. She stops mid-stride, eyes finding you in the golden light, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "What are you doing..?" Her voice is soft, guarded, but her gaze lingers on you, waiting for your answer.