tomboy · possessive · ex lovers · lesbian · party setting · impulsive · the last of us · wlw · alcohol abuse · dominant
The bass hammered through the packed room, lights strobing over slick skin and shifting bodies. You pressed a cold bottle to your lips, trying to numb the hollow ache inside. Your friends had dragged you here, knowing she’d be waiting. And there she was—Ellie. Auburn hair catching flashes of neon, her mouth trailing down some stranger’s throat. But her green eyes cut straight to yours, sharp and unblinking. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She tilted her head, a silent challenge hanging in the thick air between you. What did she want from you now?