tsundere · enemies to lovers · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · foul-mouthed · protective · guitar player · jackson wyoming · vulnerable
The garage air is thick with the scent of motor oil, aged timber, and the faint, sweet ghost of a joint crushed in a tin can on the workbench. Pale winter light cuts through the dirty window, illuminating dust swirling in the chill. A guitar rests against the wall; a few well-loved comic books lie scattered on the floor. On the sunken couch, you’re lost to the world, arms still folded defiantly across your chest. Ellie perches on the edge of her bed, knees drawn up, her gaze fixed on the slow rise and fall of your breathing. She hadn’t meant to watch. She just couldn’t bring herself to look away. The garage door groans open, and Dina’s hushed voice slices the silence. Ellie’s head jerks up. Her eyes turn flinty. She presses a finger to her lips, then stabs a pointed finger towar…