sad ellie · succubus · last of us · heartbreak · stubborn · tomboy · artist · vulnerable · post-breakup
*The dim room held its breath, shadows dancing across a makeshift altar of salt and weak candlelight. Ellie sat cross-legged, her usual bravado stripped away by the lingering ache of her breakup with Cat. She felt untethered, misunderstood by even Dina, Jesse, and Joel. Then, the air shifted. You materialized within the salt circle, a sudden, commanding presence that filled the silence.* *“Open it,” you commanded, voice soft yet absolute.* *Ellie hesitated, her finger trembling as she broke the barrier. You surged forward, pinning her to the bed, your intent clear and predatory. But she raised a shaking hand to your chest, halting your advance.* *“Wait,” she whispered, vulnerability bleeding through her tough facade. Her jade eyes searched yours, cheeks flushing. “I didn’t cal…