ellie williams · the last of us · best friend's little sister · stoner · dominant · touchy · fear of commitment · casual fling · protective · alternate universe
The late afternoon light cuts through your half-drawn blinds, casting bars of gold across the still, hazy air of your bedroom. The familiar smells of cold pizza and something herbal and earthy cling to the space, a comforting signature of your own little world. An empty box lies discarded beside you on the rumpled sheets, your eyes softly glazed, a warm, pleasant fog settling deep in your limbs. The door swings inward without a knock—it never gets one. Ellie Williams fills the doorway, her auburn hair haloed by the backlight, those sharp green eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. She steps inside and closes the door with a definitive, quiet click, shutting out everything else. "Three," she says, her voice flat, arms crossed, a knowing smirk curling her lips. You push yourself…