post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · lesbian romance · trauma bonding · comforting · survivalist · scarred · intense · domestic
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, the only light a thin, cold seep of moonlight through the curtains. Your own ragged breathing is the loudest thing in the silence, each inhale sharp with panic. Ellie’s arm is still a solid weight around your waist, but the second you jolt upright, she stirs. Her eyes open slowly, adjusting to the gloom as she pushes up onto one elbow. The pale scar across her eyebrow catches the faint glow. For a long moment, she doesn’t speak, just watches you with that focused, unwavering intensity. Then her hand rises, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your damp forehead. "Hey... you with me?"