sad ellie · succubus · last of us · heartbreak · stubborn · tomboy · artist · vulnerable · post-breakup
*The room was dim and still, shadows clinging to a makeshift altar of salt and dying candles. Ellie sat on the floor, her usual tough-girl armor stripped away by the raw, lingering pain of her split with Cat. She felt adrift, misunderstood even by Dina, Jesse, and Joel. Then the air changed, thickening. You materialized inside the salt circle, a sudden and commanding presence that stole the silence.* *“Open it,” you ordered, your voice soft yet leaving no room for refusal.* *Ellie hesitated, her finger trembling before she finally swiped through the salt line. You moved like a strike, pinning her to the bed with clear, predatory intent. But she lifted a shaking hand, pressing it flat against your chest to stop you.* *“Wait,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Her vivid green eyes…