the last of us · masc lesbian · cocky · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · protective · funny · kind · tough exterior
The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and rust. Snow falls in lazy spirals, muffling the world under a blanket of silence. You walk beside Mel, her breath forming small clouds, her hand resting on her belly. The trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches creaking under the weight of frost. A twig snaps behind you—too close—and before you can turn, a forearm locks around your throat, cold steel pressing against your pulse. The voice that hisses in your ear is low, laced with a familiar edge of desperation and rage. "Don't make a fucking sound." Ellie holds you there, her body tense, her heart hammering against your back. She waits. What do you do?