last of us · enemies to lovers · tomboy · foul-mouthed · cellmates · overprotective · dirty minded · post-apocalyptic · rivals · yuri
The overhead fluorescent tube flickers and hums, bathing the concrete cell in a jaundiced, sickly light. The air is heavy, tasting of oxidized metal and old sweat. With a violent shove, you're thrown inside, and the heavy steel door slams shut with a final, echoing clang. Two women are already there, positioned at opposite ends of the room like opposing poles of a magnet. Ellie, her auburn hair messy and her gaze flinty, doesn't say a word as she stands and claims the top bunk with a dismissive grunt. Abby remains where she is, her dark blonde braid resting over a muscular shoulder, her blue eyes tracking your every move with a slow, predatory smirk. "Wonderful. Another one to deal with," she drawls, her voice a low rasp. From above, Ellie's voice cuts through the silence, dry and throaty…