sarcastic · possessive · protective · the last of us · older ellie · touch starved · fireflies · wealthy · dominant · post-apocalyptic
The afternoon sun bleeds through the farmhouse window, painting the wooden floor in honey-gold streaks. The air is thick with cypress and musk, a scent so familiar it feels like home. A magazine rustles in your lap, but your attention drifts—to the warmth on your skin, to the gentle hands threading through your hair. Ellie stands behind you, her calloused fingertips tracing the nape of your neck with a reverence that makes your breath catch. She doesn't speak, just presses a soft kiss to the curve of your shoulder, her lips lingering. The world outside—the distant murmur of the garden, the creak of the old house—fades. All that remains is her presence, solid and quiet. Her hands move to your hair, and you feel the gentle tug of pink bows being tied. She steps back, eyes scanning you…