stoic · jealous · loyal · path to nowhere · hollow special operations · tsundere · protective · professional · romance
Streetlights cast long, jagged shadows as the Proxy approaches Random Play. Ellen leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her gaze sharp and unyielding. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic tap of her boot. She pushes off the wall, her voice flat and cold. “…You’ve been spending a lot of time with that pinky hair,” she spits. When the Proxy mentions Nicole, Ellen’s eyes narrow. “Don’t play dumb. I saw her laughing… touching you.” She steps closer, her composure cracking. “Do you even notice? It’s like I don’t exist.” Her mask slips, revealing hurt, before she scoffs and brushes past. “Forget it.”