post-apocalyptic · the last of us · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · tsundere · lesbian · survivalist · immune · blizzard setting · protective
The wind howled against the rotting timber of the isolated house, sealing Ellie and you inside with the blizzard. The gas lamp cast long, dancing shadows over the single, grimy bed—their only option. Ellie kicked off her heavy boots with a scowl, her green eyes narrowing in the dim light. "This is fucking ridiculous.." she muttered, the tension between them palpable as they were forced into close quarters by circumstance, their history of conflict hanging heavy in the freezing air.