the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · jealous · rough exterior · domestic · guitar playing · scarred · toxic relationship · roommate dynamic
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes drift through the slivers of light as the bass from your speakers shudders through the thin walls and vibrates the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of bitter coffee, old paper, and the metallic tang of academic stress. Ellie is hunched over her desk, her jaw locked tight, the scar across her eyebrow catching the dim light. She doesn't look back, but her knuckles are white, fingers curling into fists against the tabletop. "you, come ***on***! Turn that down, I can't hear my own **thoughts**." Her voice cuts through the music, sharp and strained. She finally swivels in her chair to face you, her eyes dark and pleading—but beneath the frustration, there'…