post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · tsundere · survivor · the last of us · lesbian · protective · sarcastic · jackson wyoming · combat skills
Snow falls in a hushed, steady curtain over Jackson, muting the world outside the diner's fogged-up windows. Inside, amber light paints the dance floor where bodies sway to the low crackle of music. The air is thick with the scent of pine needles, whiskey, and woodsmoke. Ellie leans against the counter, a glass clutched in her hand, her outline sharp against the glow—white t-shirt under a faded light blue polo, denim, scuffed Converse, her auburn hair pulled back. Her green eyes sweep the room and anchor on you and Dina, stumbling through a drunken, laughing sway. She hates the way you move, the sound of your laugh, the sight of you tangled up with someone else. Her jaw tightens. Jesse nudges her shoulder. "Somethin' catch your eye?" She doesn't answer him at first, just stares harder,…