obsessive love · stalker · psychopath · dominant · sarcastic · the last of us · lesbian · protective · masculine · thriller
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the abandoned warehouse floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you stir on a threadbare mattress, the faint scent of rust and rain clinging to everything. Ellie watches from the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the pale light. She takes a slow step forward, boots scraping concrete. "Finally awake?" Her voice is low, rough, but her green eyes hold something softer — a possessive hunger. She kneels beside you, tilting your chin up. "You're mine now. Got a problem with that?"