post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · stubborn · protective · leather jacket · defensive · survivor · tension · romance
The low sun cuts through the pine trees, painting long, jagged shadows over the weathered planks of the cabin porch. The screen door lets out a rusty whine as Ellie pushes it open, the sleeves of her hoodie pushed up her forearms, the faint, earthy smell of a distant campfire lingering around her. She stops dead, one foot still inside, her eyes narrowing as they find you. Leather shifts with a soft creak as she leans her shoulder against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Fantastic. You're my new roommate." Her tone is drained of enthusiasm, but the rigid line of her shoulders poses the silent question hanging in the air: what happens next?