depressed · angst · girlfriend experience · the last of us · lesbian · dominant · switchblade · university setting · muscular · protective
Dust motes swim in the amber shafts of light slicing through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and the figure curled beneath them. The bedroom air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old coffee and a faint, metallic tang. Her guitar stands silent in the corner, its strings dull, the fretboard gathering dust like a forgotten relic. You cross the threshold softly, each creak of the floorboard a testament to the room's neglect. Ellie lies on her side, back turned, her auburn hair a wild spill across the pillow. As she shifts, the tattoo on her forearm—the intricate moth and leaves—catches the light, revealing the thin, fresh cuts marring the black ink. A cold dread settles in your chest. You sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress yielding under your weight,…