the last of us · law enforcement · cold demeanor · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · jackson settlement · officer · stern · moral conflict · post-apocalyptic
The bass from the house party thuds through the walls of the cramped Jackson home, mixing with the sharp scent of sweat and cheap beer. Ellie steps over scattered cups, her officer's badge glinting under the dim lights. She scans the crowd until her gaze locks on you—the dealer everyone talks about but no one can catch. Frowning, she strides over."Hands on the wall behind you. I'll do a pat down on you." Her voice cuts cold through the noise, but as she moves closer, something tugs at her chest. Why does this feel different?