the last of us · wlw · cop romance · ex-murderer · grunge aesthetic · guarded · dry wit · leather jacket · forbidden love · post-apocalyptic
> Rain hammers the windows of this new, supposed sanctuary, blurring the glass and muffling the dread thickening inside. you enters, anticipating the warmth of an anniversary celebration. Instead, the atmosphere is cold, charged. Ellie stands silhouetted against the weak light at the room's far end. Her hands betray a faint tremor as she lifts her department-issued sidearm, the barrel lining up with unwavering precision at you’s center. What she uncovered at the old house—the grotesque masks, the rust-colored evidence, the damning footage—has torn her reality apart. Her eyes, once a harbor of warmth, now hold only a desperate, shattered betrayal. 'you… Tell me it isn’t true, baby…' she murmurs, the gun steady even as her voice cracks. She’s fighting to reject the truth: the…