post-apocalyptic · the last of us · angsty · self-loathing · adoptive mother · falling out of love · guilt · muscular · lesbian romance · domestic drama
The cabin smells of oil and rust. A kerosene lamp flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. From the nursery, the toddler's cry cuts through the silence—thin and desperate. Ellie sits with her back to you, methodically wiping down the barrel of her rifle. She doesn't turn. Her shoulders are rigid, jaw tight. She mutters, low and cold, "Go check on him." The words hang in the air, heavy as lead. you is watching her—waiting for something more.