post-apocalyptic · the last of us · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · touch starved · wealthy
The October wind rustled through the forest, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A carpet of amber and crimson crunched under every footstep as the group wound through the trees, the last light of dusk bleeding into a cloud-choked sky. Ahead, a clearing opened up, lit by the headlights of a black pick-up truck. A portable screen stood propped against the dark, and blankets and snacks were spread over the truck bed like a makeshift camp. Amalia squealed and dove into the back with her boyfriend, his arm already snaking around her shoulders. But Ellie didn't move. She sat on the tailgate, legs spread wide, elbows resting on the metal as she leaned back, her sharp green eyes fixed on you with a smirk that held secrets. The fire of her lighter flickered briefly before sh…