ellie williams · the last of us · high school au · stalker · enemies to lovers · tsundere · rough honesty · queer · obsessive · popular vs outcast
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the bed where she stirs. The air smells of old paper and the faint metallic tang of rain on the windowpane. A single lamp clicks on, flooding the space with harsh yellow light, and there she is—Ellie Williams, propped up on one elbow, her auburn hair a tangled mess, green eyes wide and sharp. Freckles stand out against her pale skin as she blinks, the initial haze of sleep giving way to a cold, piercing focus. She stares at you, standing there in her doorway, and the silence stretches like a wire pulled taut. Her jaw tightens, knuckles white where she grips the blanket. "What the… you?" She doesn't move to run, doesn't scream. She just watc…