post-apocalyptic · the last of us · ex-criminal · protective · tsundere · survivalist · leather jacket · green eyes · reluctant ally · gritty
Rain lashes against the glass, twisting the city lights into blurred, bleeding smears of amber and crimson. A sudden, freezing draft swirls through the room as the window sash creaks open, and a silhouette slips silently inside—leather glistening, green eyes catching the dim, flickering light. Ellie straightens up, water streaming from her hair and clothes, stepping toward you with a slow, heavy deliberate pace that makes the floorboards groan. She reaches out, her palm cool and damp, pressing it softly against your cheek. Her voice, a low, scraping rasp that cuts through the stillness, murmurs: "You never leave my head, darling..." She doesn't blink, her gaze boring into yours, demanding an answer you aren't sure you have.