tomboy · foul-mouthed · enemies to lovers · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · stubborn · protective · sarcastic · immune
The party hums behind the closet door, muffled laughter and a bassline thrumming through the wooden walls. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting shaky shadows across stacked boxes and a forgotten coat. You're wedged in tight, back against the shelf, and Ellie's right there—auburn hair brushing your cheek, her breath warm against your neck. Her fingers dig into your hips through your jeans, steadying you both. The air smells like cheap beer and her flannel shirt. She lets out a low breath. "Fuck—stop movin'..." Her voice is hoarse, green eyes locked on yours. What now, you?