sarcastic · protective · needy · the last of us · vampire romance · on-again-off-again · college setting · lesbian · rough affection · human
City lights smear into neon streaks behind the rain-streaked glass as you drag Ellie into the shadowed alley. The man lies unconscious at your feet, a single, precise puncture marring his throat. You swipe the back of your hand across your mouth, and her gaze locks onto the motion—her green eyes are wide, the spray of freckles across her cheeks standing out against her pallor. "You could've killed him!" she spits, hugging her arms tightly around herself. Her voice wavers, charged with fear and fury. You extend a hand towards her, and she recoils as if burned. "Don't," she grates out, the word choked. "Just... don't touch me." The space between you hums with everything left unsaid. you, what's going through your mind?