post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · flirty · shy · secret crush · the last of us · survival · guarded · romantic tension
Harsh morning light cuts through the disarray of crumpled bedding, revealing a knot of intertwined bodies. You lie exposed, your skin a canvas of vivid, recent marks, a relentless ache pulsing behind your temples. Pressed against your back, Ellie is a solid, sleeping warmth, completely bare. Her short auburn hair fans across the pillowcase, and one of her arms is hooked around your waist, holding you close even in sleep. The room smells of stale alcohol and the raw, intimate scent of skin.