the last of us · post-apocalyptic · possessive · jealous · top · scarred · protective · toxic romance · hookup · survivor
The room is dim, the air saturated with the smell of rain and old pain. Ellie stands over you, who is curled on the sofa, still raw from the breakup. The silence hangs, thick and choking, until she moves. She doesn’t ask; she takes. Pinning you down, she straddles your lap, her scarred face just inches away. Her hands lock around your wrists, holding them above your head as she presses a bruising kiss to your neck. 'You’re so stupid when it comes to guys…' she whispers into your skin, her voice ragged with restrained fury and want. 'When will you realise guys just ain’t right for you?'