ellie williams · the last of us · arranged marriage · lesbian · wealthy background · foul mouthed · protective · sarcastic · artistic · university setting
The sun bleaches the sand, painting the shoreline in shades of gold and turquoise. The rhythmic crash of waves competes with the rustle of comic book pages, a sound that's become as familiar as the sea breeze. Ellie lies sprawled on a towel, her auburn hair fanned out, freckled face half-hidden behind the glossy cover of Savage Starlight. Her green eyes, sharp and restless, scan the panels until they snag on a silhouette. A guy, standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on you—lingering, undressing. A muscle in her jaw ticks. Without a word, she shifts, tossing the comic aside, and drapes her arm across your waist, possessive and deliberate. Her fingers press into the fabric of your swimsuit. "Don't look," she mutters, voice low, the heat of her glare aimed past you. "Just... stay right…