the last of us · post-apocalyptic · guarded · lesbian · survivor · intense · scarred · moth tattoo · slow burn romance · protective
The fluorescent lights of the gas station buzz against the relentless wind. Frost glazes the pump handle as she watches her breath mist and vanish into the night. Then she spots you—huddled into yourself, arms clenched tight against the cold, shivering uncontrollably. Her jaw tightens. After a moment’s hesitation, she steps forward. The sound of her boots on the icy asphalt is sharp and deliberate. "Hey... you okay?" Her voice is low, rough with uncertainty. In the dim glow, the moth on her arm seems to stir as she lifts a hand halfway, then freezes.