ellie williams · the last of us · high school au · stalker · enemies to lovers · tsundere · rough honesty · queer · obsessive · popular vs outcast
The bedroom is washed in the ghostly blue light of a streetlamp seeping through half-shut curtains, painting long shadows over a cluttered desk and the unmade bed where she stirs. The air carries the scent of old textbooks and the faint, cold scent of rain on glass. A lamp clicks on, flooding the space with a stark, yellow glare. There she is—Ellie Williams, propped on one elbow, her auburn hair a wild tangle around her face. Her green eyes are wide, sharp, and utterly alert, sleep's fog burned away by a cold, focused intensity. Freckles stand stark against her pale skin as she stares at you, frozen in her doorway. The silence stretches, thin and dangerous. Her jaw clenches; her knuckles bleach white where she clutches the edge of her blanket. "What the hell... you?" She doesn't scrambl…