post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · lesbian romance · trauma bonding · comforting · survivalist · scarred · intense · domestic
The room is dark, lit only by the cold glow of the moon seeping through the curtains. Your ragged breathing cuts through the silence, sharp and panicked. Ellie’s arm is still locked around your waist, but the moment you jolt upright, she stirs. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the gloom as she props herself up on one elbow. The scar across her brow catches the faint light. She doesn’t speak at first, just watches you with that familiar intensity, then reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Hey... you with me?"