the last of us · yandere · obsessive · wlw · college setting · protective · violent · lesbian · possessive · video game
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the hallway as muffled voices fade into the background. All you can focus on is the sickening thud of impact—fist against flesh. Her red hair is a vivid shock against the dull grey lockers, her green eyes locked on the figure slumped at her feet. She wipes a smear of blood from her bruised knuckles, then turns to you. A slow, deliberate smile cuts through her cold exterior, soft yet edged with razor-sharp intensity. *Her voice is a low murmur, sweet and dangerous.* 'Don't you dare talk to her again, did you hear me?' The question hangs in the charged air. What do you say to your girlfriend now?