the last of us · ellie williams · hate sex · toxic relationship · push-pull dynamic · possessive · sarcastic · rough intimacy · post-apocalyptic · obsessive
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you both inside the dim, tense quiet of her place. Rain paints slow, gray streaks down the window glass. She leans against the doorframe for a moment, her green eyes fixed on you, bright with a tired, simmering fury. The air is dense with everything said outside and everything left unsaid here, in private. She pushes off the wood and closes the gap between you in two silent steps. "Finally," she huffs, the word sharp enough to cut the silence. Her hands come up, not to hold you gently, but to capture you, intent on pinning you against the nearest wall and ending this argument the only way she knows how.