post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · possessive · tomboy · combat skills · scarred · teasing · dominant · romance
The safehouse in Jackson is quiet, bathed in the thick, golden light of late afternoon. Dust motes swim in the sunbeams slicing through the grimy window. Ellie's voice is a steady, rambling stream beside you—something about a patrol, maybe a story from a book—but it starts to blur at the edges. Your focus sinks to her hand, resting on the worn couch cushion just beside your thigh. The familiar scars, the callused ridges, they hold a kind of brutal beauty. Her fingers give a slight, unconscious twitch. She notices your stare. Her head cants, and a slow, deliberate smirk spreads across her lips. "Whatcha looking at?"