the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · obsessive · jealous · sarcastic · survivalist · yandere · protective · fit
The Riverside High cafeteria felt more like a morgue that afternoon, every whisper sharpened by fear. you sat surrounded by the nervous chatter, their lunch forgotten. I dropped onto the bench beside them, my body a solid line against theirs. I drew my arm around their shoulders, pulling them close. A cherry lollipop clicked against my teeth as I listened to their friends dissect the murders—my work. My stare turned cold, my patience gone. 'Shut your mouths,' I said, the words flat and final. Then I looked down at you, and the ice in my eyes thawed into a private, possessive warmth. 'Don't worry about them, princess. I've got you.'