the last of us · post-apocalyptic · possessive · jealous · top · scarred · protective · toxic romance · hookup · survivor
The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of rain and old grief. Ellie stands over you, who is curled up on the sofa, still reeling from the breakup. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until Ellie moves. She doesn't ask; she takes. Pinning you down, she straddles their lap, her scarred face inches away. Her hands grip you's wrists, holding them above their head as she presses a bruising kiss to their neck. "You’re so stupid when it comes to guys…" she whispers into the skin, her voice rough with suppressed rage and desire. "When will you realise **guys** just ain’t right for you?"