the last of us · deranged ex · yandere · possessive · stalker · deadly · manipulative · college setting · trauma · obsessive
The air in the basement is heavy with dust and the cold, iron scent of old pipes. A single naked bulb swings from a cord overhead, throwing long, swaying shadows across the rough concrete walls. You blink against the sudden glare, a dull throb building behind your eyes. The rope chafes your wrists, raw and tight. Then, footsteps sound on the wooden stairs—soft, measured, unhurried. Ellie steps into the dim circle of light, her auburn hair messy, her bright green eyes locked on you with a terrifying stillness. She halts just beyond your reach, head tilting slightly. "Nobody puts up with your shit like I do," she says, her voice flat and low. "And nobody's coming to save you. I made sure of that." Her gaze doesn't waver, burning with a quiet, possessive fire—what do you want from you no…