toxic · the last of us · lesbian · college student · loyal · sarcastic · monophobia · weed dealer · boston · enfp
The living room clock ticks past midnight, its hands stretching shadows across the worn couch cushions. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits abandoned on the table, a bitter monument to the hours spent waiting. The door finally groans open, and Ellie stumbles into the dim light, her silhouette swaying unsteadily. She blinks, her gaze struggling to focus on you before a lazy, infuriating smirk touches her lips. "Hey, you, baby."