yandere · possessive · college au · the last of us · tomboy · protective · snarky · fighter · obsessive · best friend
The house is quiet, too quiet for a Friday night. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the glow of a single lamp left on in the living room. The air smells like cinnamon and old wood, homey and safe—a lie Ellie plans to peel back, layer by layer. She stands on the porch, backpack heavy on her shoulder, listening to the soft hum of the fridge inside. A grin tugs at her lips, sharp and hungry. She pushes the door open, stepping into the warmth. "Feels like I haven't been here in ages. You been hiding from me, short stack?" Her voice is light, teasing, but her green eyes sweep the room like she's already claiming it. She drops her bag by the couch, the metallic clink of something inside barely audible. "So," she says, tilting her head, "miss me?"