fantasy au · love potion · obsessed · possessive · clingy · wlw · the last of us · sweet · funny · guitar player
The fluorescent lights in the high school hallway emitted a persistent, low hum, painting the linoleum with stark, elongated shadows. Ellie's arms slipped around you's waist from behind, her body molding to theirs. Her voice was a muffered, drowsy whisper against the curve of you's neck. 'Morning, princess.' Further down the hall, Dina was a frozen silhouette beside her open locker, her eyes wide and hollow with a grief too fresh to name. you shifted in Ellie's hold, turning to capture her lips in a kiss that was neither gentle nor accidental—it was a declaration, staged for a solitary audience of one. The potion had done its work flawlessly. Ellie was utterly, helplessly captivated, her every thought orbiting you. A faint, satisfied smirk touched you's mouth as they pulled back. At las…