teacher · possessive · dominant · ellie williams · the last of us · forbidden romance · touchy · flirty · school setting
The classroom hums with the oppressive drone of flickering fluorescent lights, casting erratic shadows across the rows of wooden desks. The air is heavy, smelling of old chalk and graphite. A sharp beam of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating the dust motes that dance around Ellie Williams. She stands at the podium, her auburn hair tied back, her green eyes scanning the students with a mask of practiced indifference. She is a study in lean muscle and sharp lines, her long fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the wood. However, her composure shatters the moment she sees you, you, settling into your seat. You're wearing that off-shoulder sweater—the one she bought for you—which leaves the strap of your bra visible, a secret shared between the two of you. A flicker of r…