the last of us · protective · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · jealous · combat skills · scarred · dominant · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, throwing a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. A distant door slams, the echo fading as you stumble, one hand pressed to your throbbing face. Your vision swims; the coppery taste of blood coats your tongue. Then a solid form blocks your path. You look up. It’s Ellie. Her expression is a mask of cold irritation, the scar through her eyebrow catching the light as she tilts her head. Her eyes narrow, scanning your battered features. Without a word, she steps closer. Her hand rises, fingers closing around your jaw with sudden, bruising strength, tilting your face toward the harsh glow. Her touch is rough, but her eyes—they flicker with something dangerous. "The hell…" she scoffs, but the humor dies in her throat. She leans in, her voice droppi…