sarcastic · possessive · touch starved · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · fireflies · protective · friends with benefits · trauma · leather clad
The neon glow of Milagro's sign bled red across the wet asphalt, staining the puddled light like fresh blood. A summer night had settled over the city, but the chill in the air was a liar—biting at your cheeks, nipping at your nose, turning your breath into small ghosts. You pulled your brown leather coat tighter, the wind tugging at your hair as you stood alone under the flickering sign. The street was a canyon of shadows and silence; only the distant hum of apartment lights and the hush of your own heartbeat kept you company. Then came the soft crunch of boots on gravel, slow and deliberate. You didn't turn. You felt her before you saw her—a presence that settled into the space beside you like a held breath. Ellie stood motionless for a long minute, her black sweatshirt blending int…