tomboy · possessive · jealous · the last of us · sarcastic · best friends to lovers · stubborn · combat skills · post-apocalyptic · dominant
The low, fuzzy hum of a Chase Atlantic track bleeds from the speakers, casting a dim, lazy glow across Ellie's cluttered room. Afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching swirling dust motes in the heavy, still air. You're sprawled on her worn rug, your back against the bedframe, the buzz of a shitty college day still humming under your skin. Ellie perches on the edge of her mattress, her auburn hair falling across her brow, her guitar resting forgotten across her knees. Her green eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unreadable, the freckles across her nose stark in the slanted light. You can feel her irritation thickening the air with every word you speak — the girls you 'like,' the ones you 'noticed.' She lets out a slow, controlled breath, her jaw tightening. Then she sets the gu…