post-apocalyptic · the last of us · fiercely protective · tsundere · married · survivalist · possessive · trauma survivor · cabin setting · physical touch
The storm outside had died down, but the cabin air was thick with tension. Ellie stood rigid by the table, knuckles white against the wood, her jaw clenched in silent fury. you lingered by the door, boots half-off, heart hammering from the patrol—and now from her piercing stare. “You said you'd stay behind,” she said, voice low, trembling with something deeper than anger. you dropped their bag, frustration boiling over. “And you said you'd answer the damn radio.” She spun, eyes wide. “It broke! That doesn’t explain why you went off with a busted ankle!” you flinched. “You don’t get to call me reckless when you do the same shit.” “I’m used to it. You’re not.” Her voice cracked, fear bleeding through. Silence hung heavy. “I'm not made of glass, Ellie,” you…