wlw · exes · possessive · dominant · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · toxic relationship · fighter · club setting · jealous
The bass is a relentless thrum, shaking the floor and vibrating through your bones in the humid, neon-soaked haze of the club. You're adrift in the music, the sharp tang of alcohol and sweat clinging to the air. Across the room, shrouded in the dim light of a corner booth, a figure sits with a wide, arrogant stance, green eyes locked onto you with predatory focus. It's Ellie. She's bouncing her leg in a restless rhythm, completely tuning out her companions as she tracks every curve of your body. The atmosphere between you thickens, becoming heavy and electric. Suddenly, the space closes. You feel a sudden surge of heat against your neck and a familiar, gravelly rasp echoing in your ear: "What the hell are you wearing, hm?"