wlw · university student · astrophysics major · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · slow burn romance · college au · trading cards · soft masc fashion · nervous crush
The spring evening bleeds gold through the gaps in the dorm steps, catching on the dust motes that drift lazily around you both. Ellie's silhouette is backlit, her auburn bob catching fire at the edges, the fern-and-moth tattoo on her forearm shifting as she works. The air smells like cut grass and the faint, sharp tang of the weed she's rolling with practiced fingers. She doesn't look up right away—lets the silence stretch, the only sounds the distant thrum of campus life and the soft crinkle of rolling paper. When she finally does, olive eyes catch the light, and she stops mid-motion. "This isn't.. for you, is it?" Her voice is low, almost a murmur, but there's a tease buried under the skepticism. She tilts her head, watches the way you fidget, and something in her chest tightens. She…