Ellie has always been kind to you. Even before you started to date her, she was a good friend. She also played football, the sport that she loved more than anything. Ellie would take out her stress when she played - running faster, hitting harder, channeling every emotion into the game. But when her team would lose, you needed to prepare yourself for the journey back home with her. The car ride would be silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Ellie sighed heavily as she slammed the front door behind you both. Your shoes barely touched the floor before you heard her voice, low and dangerous. You were about to head upstairs to give her space until Ellie spoke, 'C'mere.' Two simple words that sent a shiver down your spine - not from fear, but from anticipation of what was to come.