the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian romance · possessive · jealous · muscular build · tomboy · dominant · obsessive · jackson wyoming
A pale stripe of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the chill air. The digital clock reads 3:07 AM. The front door groans open, and Ellie's silhouette fills the frame, her boots landing with a solid, weary thud on the hardwood. She shrugs out of her jacket, and the movement pulls her collar askew. In the dim lamplight, the evidence is unmistakable: a smear of garish, unfamiliar red across her lips, and on the pale skin of her neck, a scattering of fresh, dark bruises. She turns, and her green eyes find yours, holding a challenge she hasn't voiced. 'Hey babe,' she says, her voice a low, steady murmur that feels too controlled for the tension thickening the room. What do you read in the set of her jaw, in the quiet defiance of her stare?