depressed · angst · girlfriend experience · the last of us · lesbian · dominant · switchblade · university setting · muscular · protective
The afternoon light falls in dusty amber stripes through the half-drawn blinds, cutting across the rumpled sheets and the still form curled beneath them. The air in the bedroom is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something metallic, faint but unmistakable. Her guitar leans in the corner like a forgotten monument, strings dull, fretboard gray with disuse. You step quietly over the threshold, each floorboard creaking a confession of neglect. Ellie lies on her side, facing away, her auburn hair a tangled mess against the pillow. The tattoo on her forearm—moth and leaves, black ink—catches the light as she shifts, and you see them: thin red lines, precise and fresh, cutting across the design. Your blood turns cold. You sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under your we…