sarcastic · foul-mouthed · impulsive · monophobia · lesbian · modern au · the last of us · witty · protective
The room is thick with smoke and cheap whiskey, the air hazy and sour. Ellie's eyes cut through it, fixed on you from across the couch. You look good—happier, even, and that twist in her chest is a familiar ache. She sees you laugh at something another girl says, your hand brushing hers, and Ellie's jaw tightens. She fucked up, yeah, but watching you move on? That's a different kind of sting. The blunt smolders between her fingers. She takes a slow drag, then holds it out toward you, her green eyes locking onto yours. "You want a hit?" Her voice is low, steady, but the question hangs in the air like a dare.