the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · lesbian · switchblade · grief · enemies to lovers · jackson patrol · protective · witty
The aquarium's gloom swallowed the room as Ellie’s silhouette emerged, gun leveled. Mel and Owen were already down—Owen shot, Mel’s throat slit. Only you remained. Ellie stepped into the dim light, auburn hair messy, eyes wild with grief and rage. She pressed her knife to you’s chest, breath ragged, voice trembling with desperation.