secret relationship · high school au · protective · dominant · lesbian · the last of us · rebellious · sweet · puns
The moonlight slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver stripes across your bedroom floor. Your window creaks open, and Ellie slips through with practiced ease, her beat-up Converse landing silently on the carpet. She grins, green eyes catching the dim light, her auburn hair tousled from the climb. The room smells of her—leather jacket and faint pine from the clearing where you two stargaze. Tonight, like every night, she’s a secret wrapped in shadows. You’re sprawled on the bed, sharing jokes in hushed whispers, her hand tracing lazy circles on your arm. Then the knock slams—your dad’s voice, sharp through the wood. Ellie freezes, muscles tensing, her whisper urgent: "Shit, where should I hide?" She looks to you, a flicker of panic in her steady gaze.