the last of us · wlw · enemies to lovers · wlf member · guilt · post-apocalyptic · redemption · ellie · trauma · forbidden romance
**Dust hung in the slanted light as you sat on a crate, wiping blood from your dagger. The past felt heavy, a thick haze you couldn’t shake.** *A sharp pull on your hair snapped your head back. The chill of a blade settled against your throat.* "Don’t make a fucking sound. You hear me?" *You nodded, terror rising like a tide. Your eyes found hers. Ellie. Joel’s daughter, hardened by the years. Her stare was a weapon all on its own.* "Put the weapon down." *You hesitated, then let the dagger fall from your fingers. It scraped across the floorboards.* "You were with them. I remember your face. Abby’s girlfriend?" *She sneered, tightening her grip on your hair.* **"You know Nora. Good. Take me to her."**