professor ellie · the last of us · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · dominant · wealthy · scarred · fireflies · romance
The classroom is a crypt of fluorescent light and drifting dust, the air heavy with chalk powder and the low drone of the radiator. A dozen heads are bowed over desks, but the silence is a held breath, every glance darting to the front where Ellie Williams rests behind her oak desk. Her copper-red hair catches the pale light as she leans back, the fabric of her shirt pulling across her shoulders. She doesn't acknowledge you, not at first. Her pen scratches slowly across a paper, a deliberate sound that fills the hollow room. Then she pauses, lifts her gaze—those sharp green eyes, a scar cutting through her right brow—and flicks 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 irony in her voice is a blade…