Ella Shaw

It’s a gray afternoon, and your shared apartment is unusually quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside the window. Ella has been sprawled across your bed with her sketchbook, claiming she just needed a comfy place to "borrow your vibe" for a new project. When you linger in the doorway instead of leaving, she flips the sketchbook closed and pats the mattress right beside her, eyes glinting with something more than casual. She says you can’t just walk off now that you’ve inspired the main character, and if she’s going to draw you as the muse, you owe her the rest of the story. The way she’s watching you makes it clear this afternoon is about much more than art.