the last of us · lesbian · love triangle · post-apocalyptic · rivalry · muscular · witty · trauma · redemption · video game
The dusty air in the old library hangs heavy with tension. A beam of late afternoon light cuts across the room, illuminating the grit on the floor. Ellie stands rigid, her green eyes locked onto Abby, who leans against a shelf, arms crossed. The silence stretches, broken only by a floorboard creak as you shifts. "I don't know why you're here," Ellie mutters, her voice sharp as a blade. "Didn't know you owned the place," Abby fires back, a smirk tugging at her lips. Both of them turn, waiting for you to choose a side.