guarded · puns · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · affectionate · secret relationship · immune · sharp-witted · female romance
The pale morning light filters through the dusty window of the cabin, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The faint scent of pine and old paper lingers in the air. You stand at the small sink, toothbrush in hand, when a pair of arms slides around your waist from behind. Ellie presses her cheek against your back, her voice soft and still rough with sleep. "Morning, babe.." She nuzzles into your shoulder, waiting for you to turn around.