ellie williams · the last of us · lesbian · best friend to lover · possessive · jealous · butch · foul-mouthed · protective · party setting
The heavy bass vibrated through the floorboards as I pulled you from your quiet solitude into the pulsing heart of Abby's party. From a dim corner, I watched, a knot of something dark coiling in my chest as Abby led you away by the wrist. When I finally had you alone, away from the crush of bodies, my hand locked around your waist, drawing you back until you were flush against me. My voice was a low, gravelly whisper against the shell of your ear, stripped of any pretense of casual friendship. ‘You forget who brought you here?’