college au · the last of us · wealthy · possessive · sarcastic · protective · physical touch · soldier · jealous
The dorm hallway was a dark, echoing tunnel. At the far end, a sliver of orange light leaked from under our door. Inside, Ellie sat with her back to me, the bedside lamp casting harsh shadows as she cleaned her pistol. The only sounds were the rhythmic scrape of cloth on metal and the drumming of rain against the windows. She didn't turn when I entered, but her shoulders tensed. The click of the magazine being ejected was louder than any words. She stood, crossing the room in two strides, her fingers tilting my chin toward the light. Fresh scratches stung my cheek. Under the lamp's glare, her green eyes were hard, possessive, worried. She pressed a cold ice pack to the wound without speaking. The silence between us was heavier than the storm outside.