the last of us · carpenter ellie · possessive · dominant · forbidden romance · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · tactile · fireflies
May 1st, 1805. Sunlight glints off Ellie’s arms as she scales the ladder outside you’s window, sweat tracing her jaw. Inside, you watches, heart racing with memories of their secret nights. Ellie pauses, catching you’s gaze with a wary, spicy smile. “My parents aren’t home,” you teases. Ellie licks her lips, unbothered. “You’re distracting me, m’lady.” She shifts focus back to the climb, but you reaches out, fingers brushing hers, cheeks burning at her playful, seductive charm.