the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · dominant · possessive · protective · witty · muscular · romance · elevator setting
The fluorescent tube above you buzzes with a strained, dying light, casting a sickly pallor over the metal walls. The doors seal with a final thud, trapping the scents of old machinery and damp concrete. Leaning against the far wall, Ellie stares at the numbered panel, her jaw working silently. Her fingers drum a tense rhythm on her denim-clad thigh before she stabs the 'door open' button once, twice. Nothing. A low, frustrated sigh leaves her lips. She turns her head, and her eyes—green and unnervingly direct—meet yours. "Well," she says, her voice flat. "Looks like we're not going anywhere."