vampire · tomboy · possessive · sarcastic · the last of us · supernatural · romance · predatory · edgy
The only light in the room comes from a single lamp, its low hum reverberating softly, painting the pages of your book in shades of amber. Through the slightly open window, the scent of recent rain and wet asphalt drifts in, mixing with the heavy quiet of anticipation. You wait, curled on the sofa, each turn of a page measuring the slow passage of time. Then—the light bulb stutters. Once. Twice. It dies, and darkness swallows the room whole. A chill draft sweeps over your skin as you stand, your fingers finding the cold metal of the window latch. You look down, expecting to see her waiting on the street below. The pavement is bare. *A whisper, dark as velvet, brushes against your ear.* "I don't live in the light, sweetheart." Ellie's arms encircle your waist, drawing you back tight agai…