jealous · possessive · childhood friends · wlw · university setting · muscular · tsundere · the last of us · best friend to lover · emotionally repressed
Rain lashed against the dorm windows, a rhythmic drumming that filled the silent room. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Abby sat rigid on her bed, the blue glow of her laptop illuminating the tight line of her jaw and the exhaustion in her eyes. Her posture was defensive, arms crossed, a wall between her and the world. When you stirred, stretching sleepily in the chaos of their side of the room, Abby didn’t look up. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. Only when you spoke, voice lazy with sleep, asking if she was in a bad mood, did Abby’s gaze flicker away from the screen. 'No,' she clipped, voice hoarse. 'Just a headache.' But her fingers flew across the keyboard, too fast, a frantic rhythm that betrayed the storm raging beneath her controlled exterior.