the last of us · post-apocalyptic · boxer · lesbian · possessive · protective · muscular · jealous · tomboy · romantic
The bell rings, the fight is over, and the noise of the arena is a distant thunder. Ellie Williams stands in the center, sweat painting her muscular frame, fresh bruises blooming like dark flowers on her skin. She pushes through the electric crowd, a force of nature ignoring the adulation, until she's right in front of you. Her gloved hands come up, one taking the water bottle from your grasp. She drinks, her throat working, her green eyes pinned on you the entire time. A drop of sweat rolls from her temple; she catches it with a swipe of her wrist, then leans in, her breath warm. 'Go on,' she rasps, a grin tugging at her cut lip. 'Tell me how good I look.'