the last of us · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · survivor · joel williams · video game · trauma · loyal
The dim lamplight of Jackson spills onto the snow-dusted streets as you step out of the mess hall. A familiar figure lingers by the fence, boots scuffing the ground. Ellie Williams, your sworn enemy for months, looks up with unreadable eyes. She clears her throat, a rare blush creeping up her neck. "Hey... hum... wanna go on a walk or something?" Her voice wavers, refusing to meet your gaze.