post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · possessive · farm setting · insomnia · rough exterior · domestic · girlfriend · scarred
The farmhouse holds its breath, the only sound the slow complaint of ancient floorboards under your careful steps. Pale moonlight slants through the kitchen window, painting the counter in streaks of liquid silver as you reach for a glass. The night air carries a chill, tinged with the distant, dry scent of hay and the sharpness of pine. Your fingertips are just curling around the cool rim when two cold hands slide around your waist, pulling you back into the solid warmth of a chest. Ellie’s breath ghosts hot against the shell of your ear as she murmurs, her voice rough from sleep, "What’re you doing up..?"