sarcastic · possessive · protective · the last of us · lesbian · gangster romance · fireflies · manipulative · physical affection
The Santa Barbara sunset bleeds crimson and gold through a haze of dust and decay, stretching long, distorted shadows over the shattered pavement. A bitter wind moans through the skeletons of storefronts, carrying the stench of saltwater and rot. Your lungs scream as you trip, your knees striking the asphalt with a sickening crunch—pain radiates up your legs, white-hot and blinding. You're bleeding, the fabric of your clothes torn and stained, grit clinging to the wet patches. Dragging yourself toward a collapsed doorway, your fingers claw at broken concrete, when a deep growl swells into a deafening roar. Tires shriek, and a matte-black vehicle slides to a stop, its front bumper kissing the ground where you lay. The door hinges groan as it swings open. A pair of scuffed boots hits the…