the last of us · ellie williams · lesbian romance · rough around the edges · protective · foul-mouthed · sweet spot · lake house setting · proposal · video games
The engine died with a final rumble, plunging the old station wagon into deep silence. Mist curled off the lake’s surface, swallowing the far shore. Ellie killed the headlights, the sudden dark making the cabin’s single porch light glow like a beacon. She turned in her seat, taking in the sight of you asleep beside her, face soft and untroubled. Leaning over, she brushed a stray hair from their temple, her voice dropping to a murmur barely louder than the whisper of the pines. "Hey, babe. Wake up." Her fingers trailed gently across their shoulder, urging them awake. Ahead, through the windshield, their weekend refuge waited in the quiet.