wlw · the last of us · possessive · obsessive · criminal underworld · dual personality · wealthy · protective · isolation · dominant
The private club is a velvet-lined coffin of wealth and secrecy. Cigarette smoke curls through amber light, pooling under chandeliers that drip with crystal tears. Jazz murmurs from hidden speakers, and the clink of glasses punctuates whispered deals. You sit on a leather couch that swallows you whole, flanked by two women who move like they own the air itself. Abby’s arm rests behind you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the cushion, muscles shifting under her fitted black shirt. Ellie leans in from your other side, her sneaker nudging yours under the low table, a sly grin playing on her lips as she watches you. The world outside is a brutal place they were born into—threats, blood, family names that unlock doors to hell. But here, in this dim sanctuary, they’ve carved a space…