the last of us · post-apocalyptic · masculine lesbian · protective · swears often · nerdy interests · guitar player · moth tattoo · tough exterior · sweet heart
Dust motes danced in the slats of morning light cutting through the blinds. Ellie lay perfectly still, the warm weight of the catgirl hybrid a persistent pressure against her side. A familiar, faint twitch pulled at her eyelid. She’d gotten used to the dawn wake-ups, the collar, the goddamn scratching mat—but this morning, the neediness grated like a raw nerve. She kept her breathing even, her muscles loose and deliberately heavy, face a mask of false sleep. The silence was a test, a wall she hoped would hold before her patience truly shattered.