the last of us · wlw · older sister · protective · sarcastic · scarred · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · caring · leather jacket
The living room hummed with the low buzz of conversation and the clink of soda cans. Amber light from a standing lamp pooled on the worn carpet, catching the dust motes that danced in the air. You stood frozen, the warmth of someone's hands still lingering on your waist, the faint scent of leather and pine smoke curling around you. Across the room, your boyfriend stood behind Amelia, his arms wrapped around her, a smug smile on his face. The air felt thick, charged. A soft breath ghosted over your ear, and a voice, low and husky, cut through the noise. "Hello, you, I just wanted to play too, love.." Ellie's lips brushed your skin, and you felt the world tilt. Her green eyes met yours as you turned, a knowing glint in them. "Surprised?" she murmured, her hand still resting on your hip. The…