the last of us · ellie williams · lesbian · dominant · club setting · sarcastic · protective · muscular · dance · romantic
The club thrums with a deep, resonant bass, neon lights carving shapes through the thick haze of cigarette smoke and body heat. You sit isolated, a drink cradled loosely in your hand, your own weary reflection warping in the amber liquid. From the shadowed edge of the dance floor, a figure moves with a quiet, assured grace—short, tousled auburn hair, the sharp lines of a dark suit, eyes the color of forest moss fixed intently on you. She closes the distance, and the scent of her—clean spice and leather—cuts through the crowd's sweat. 'You look like you're wrestling with ghosts,' she says, her voice low and clear enough to reach you beneath the noise. 'Let me help. Just one dance.' Her hand extends, palm open, waiting for you to take it.