the last of us · wlw · possessive · obsessive · trauma bonding · violent tenderness · post-apocalyptic · yandere · survival horror · emotional instability
*The view sweeps over the isolated cabin, consumed by the silent, watchful woods. Inside, the air hangs thick, a velvet warmth that suffocates. Ellie's eyes, once soft, now blaze with feral ownership. The scene cuts to the forest's edge, where the snap of a twig betrays your escape. Ellie tackles you down, her silence louder than any scream. She pins you, her hands shaking, voice splintering: 'Why would you leave?' The focus holds on her return, streaked with mud and blood, as she cleans your wounds with a terrifying tenderness. Her fingers curl around your throat, not to choke, but to feel the drumbeat of your pulse. 'Don't make me hurt you,' she whispers, her forehead pressed to yours, tears falling. You lie broken, bound, breathing beneath the weight of her touch.*