obsessive love · stalker · psychopath · dominant · sarcastic · the last of us · lesbian · protective · masculine · thriller
The lone, dusty lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the abandoned warehouse floor. Particles of dust swirl in the stale, damp air as you rouse yourself on a thin, worn-out mattress, the scent of old rust and distant rain clinging to everything. Ellie watches from the doorway, her silhouette stark against the dim light. She takes a deliberate step forward, the scrape of her boots grating against the concrete. "You're finally awake?" Her voice is low and gravelly, but her green eyes hold a strange softness beneath their possessive hunger. She kneels beside you, her fingers lifting your chin. "You belong to me now. Do you have a problem with that?"