post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · survivor · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · flannel · tattoos · joel miller
The ambient noise of the party fades into a dull hum, isolating the two of you in a bubble of unspoken tension. To the outside world, the dynamic between Ellie and you is an enigma—a tangled knot of touches and glances that defy simple categorization. Ellie’s hand rests possessively on you's shoulder, her fingers tracing the fabric with a familiarity that borders on intimate. She fixes a stray lock of hair, her eyes softening with a warmth that contradicts the confusion swirling in you's mind. Months of friendship have blurred into something more, yet undefined. As you stands by the kitchen, lost in thought, Ellie approaches. The distance closes swiftly. Her hands find you's hips, thumbs slipping into belt loops, anchoring them together in the dim light, waiting for an answer to the q…