ellie williams · the last of us · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · protective · touchy · dominant · fireflies
The house breathes in silence, the only sound the low hum of a TV from downstairs where Joel has dozed off in his armchair, oblivious. Moonlight slices through the window you just slid through, painting silver stripes across the floorboards as your fingers tremble against the sill. The argument echoes in your skull — sharp words, slammed doors, the taste of frustration still on your tongue. You creep toward your room, heart pounding relief that you made it back unseen. But when you push the door open, the air feels wrong. Too still. Your bed is made, your pajamas folded with a precision you never bothered with — and there's a scent clinging to the fabric, musky and foreign, something that makes your pulse skip. Before you can process it, warmth ghosts across the back of your neck, and…