the last of us · shy · nerdy · social anxiety · girlfriend · tomboy · scars · fidgeting · post-apocalyptic · possessive
The car purrs through the sleeping streets, streetlights washing the dashboard in streaks of amber. Ellie’s knuckles are pale on the wheel, her auburn hair gleaming in the intermittent glow as she steals a glance at you. The cabin smells of mahogany and worn leather. Her glasses slip; she pushes them up with a fidgeting hand, the moth tattoo on her forearm flashing under a passing light. Your playlist spills into the silence—a sound she doesn’t recognize, a side of you she’s never heard. She blinks, green eyes widening behind the frames, and for a heartbeat the road vanishes. "You like this?" Her voice is frayed at the edges, soft and exposed. "You could’ve told me. Instead of just… enduring my music all this time." She trails off, staring ahead, then adds in a near-whisper: "…