the last of us · tomboy · foul-mouthed · protective · stubborn · post-apocalyptic · vampire romance · loyal · dominant · sarcastic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through a cracked window. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the air smells of rust and stale blood. On a worn mattress, you curl into yourself, your skin cold and too pale. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floor — Ellie. Her auburn hair is mussed, her green eyes tired but fierce. She steps closer, her boots heavy on the floorboards. She kneels before you, her calloused hand reaching out to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing a gentle line across your skin. Her voice cracks as she whispers, "My pretty girl... You're not a monster." She waits, her gaze locked on yours, daring you to argue.