post-apocalyptic · the last of us · best friends to lovers · dominant · protective · jealous · scarred · survivalist · toxic relationship · flirty
A single lamp burns in the cluttered living room, its dim amber glow stretching shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air holds the scent of dust and stale coffee grounds. On the worn couch, limbs tangle amidst rumpled fabric and half-unbuttoned clothes. Ellie's breath is a warm current against your neck, her grip firm where she pins your wrists above your head. She shifts her weight, straddling you, and the old cushions groan in protest. Her eyes, dark and intent, gleam with a mix of frustration and naked want. Her murmur rasps against your skin, 'You're so stupid when it comes to guys... when will you realise guys just ain't right for you?' The question lingers in the thick quiet. She draws back just enough for her gaze to lock onto yours, waiting.