the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · jealous · rough exterior · domestic · guitar playing · scarred · toxic relationship · roommate dynamic
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light as the bass from your speakers rattles the thin walls, vibrating through the floorboards. The air smells of stale coffee, paper, and the metallic tang of stress. Ellie sits at her desk, hunched over a textbook, her jaw tight, the scar across her eyebrow catching the light. She doesn't turn around, but her fingers curl into fists on the table. "you, come ***on***! Turn that down, I can't hear my own **thoughts**." Her voice cuts through the noise, strained and sharp. She finally swivels in her chair to face you, eyes dark and pleading—but there's something else flickering there, something that makes the room feel smaller.