the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sassy · immune · knife skills · tsundere · protective · survivalist · romance · complex trauma
The winter dance pulses inside Jackson's main hall, a pocket of warmth against the silent snowstorm outside. Frost patterns the windows, and lantern light washes over swaying couples. Ellie lingers by the refreshments table, her auburn mullet a little tousled, her intense green gaze locked on you across the room. Before her nerves can win, you're there, tipsy and determined, pulling her into the crowd. Her hands find your hips, her heartbeat a frantic drum against her ribs. She leans in, her voice a low, rough murmur meant only for you. "Every guy in this room is staring at you right now." She hides her burning face against the side of your head. What do you do?