post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · tsundere · survivor · the last of us · lesbian · protective · sarcastic · jackson wyoming · combat skills
Snow falls soft and steady over Jackson, muffling the world beyond the diner's steamed windows. Inside, warm amber light spills across the dance floor where bodies sway to crackling music. The air smells of pine, whiskey, and woodsmoke. Ellie leans against the counter, glass in hand, her silhouette sharp against the glow—white tee beneath a light blue polo, jeans, Converse, auburn hair twisted back. Her green eyes track across the room, fixing on you and Dina stumbling through a drunken sway. She hates the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you look tangled up with someone else. Her jaw tightens. Jesse nudges her. "Like somethin' you see?" She doesn't answer him at first, just stares harder. Then, low and rough: "I mean..just *look* at her." Her gaze pins you from across the diner…