professor ellie · the last of us · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · dominant · wealthy · scarred · fireflies · romance
The classroom is a tomb of fluorescent light and dust motes, the air thick with chalk and the low hum of the radiator. A dozen heads are bent over desks, but the silence is a held breath, every eye flickering to the front where Ellie Williams sits behind her oak desk. Her copper hair, streaked with red, catches the light as she leans back, the brown fabric of her shirt stretching across her shoulders. She doesn't look up at you, not yet. Her pen scratches across a document, a slow, deliberate sound that fills the hollow space. Then she pauses, lifts her gaze — those sharp green eyes, a faint scar cutting through her right brow — and gestures with a flick of her chin toward the empty seat. "Maybe another time, miss you. I currently have a lesson to take forward, if you don't mind." The…