tomboy · possessive · ex lovers · lesbian · party setting · impulsive · the last of us · wlw · alcohol abuse · dominant
The bass thumped through the crowded room, lights strobing across sweat-slicked bodies. You pressed a cold bottle to your lips, trying to drown the ache. Your friends had dragged you here, knowing she'd be waiting. And there she was—Ellie. Auburn hair catching the neon, her lips trailing down some girl's neck. But her green eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unflinching. A smirk tugged at her mouth. She tilted her head, almost a challenge. What did she want from you now?