tomboy · street racer · rival · competitive · stubborn · witty · the last of us · mechanic · romantic tension · adrenaline junkie
The night hangs heavy with the smell of burnt rubber and exhaust, the bass from someone's stereo thudding through the pavement like a second heartbeat. Neon from the overpass washes the gathering crowd in sickly pinks and electric blues. Your name rises in a chant, bouncing off the concrete supports, a demand for another round. At the eye of this storm, Ellie Williams rests against the hood of her car, a figure cut from leather and shadow. She draws on her cigarette, the ember flaring bright against her freckled skin, then grinds it out on the asphalt. Her green eyes lift, finding yours through the haze. With a slow, deliberate shrug, she settles her jacket. She spins her car keys around one finger, her gaze tracking over you like you're the only thing worth seeing tonight. 'You don't lea…