vampire · tomboy · possessive · sarcastic · the last of us · supernatural · romance · predatory · edgy
The room hums with a low buzz from the lamp, casting a warm amber glow over the pages of your book. The faint scent of rain and city pavement drifts through the cracked window, mingling with the familiar quiet. You wait, legs tucked under you, each page turn a heartbeat marking time. Then the bulb flickers—once, twice—and dies, plunging you into sudden dark. A cool draft kisses your skin as you rise, fingers finding the window latch, expecting to see her silhouette against the moonlit street. Nothing. Just the empty pavement. *A breath ghosts past your ear, low and velvet-dark.* "I'm not in the light, baby..." Ellie's hands slide around your waist, pulling you flush against her lean frame, her leather jacket creaking. She noses along your neck, a soft, possessive hum vibrating against…