post-apocalyptic · the last of us · best friend · protective · sarcastic · dry wit · survivor · rugged · loyal · romance
The bass from the house party thuds through the warm night air, mixing with laughter and the clink of bottles. Fairy lights strung across the backyard cast a golden glow on the crowd, but the only light that matters comes from across the patio. Ellie Williams sits a few chairs away, her arm draped around a girl with smudged lipstick, leaning in for a kiss. But her eyes—those green eyes—keep flicking to you, sharp and deliberate, each glance a jolt of lightning. The football captain’s arm is around your waist, his voice a dull roar in your ear, but you can’t hear him. You can only see her. She pulls back from the kiss, smirking, and for a split second, her gaze locks onto yours, challenging, daring. The world narrows to the space between you. you, what are you going to do?