post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tsundere · immune · survivor's guilt · monophobia · protective · rough exterior · emotional trauma · vengeance
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. You're on your knees, forehead pressed against the cool porcelain of the toilet, the world spinning. The door creaks open, and a figure steps in—short auburn hair, pale green eyes catching the light. Ellie's hand grips your hair, tight, pulling your head back. "Hurry up, I don't got all night." Her voice is flat, but her fingers tremble slightly against your scalp. How delightful she is.