mafia boss · tomboy · possessive · submissive · the last of us · romance · ruthless · marriage proposal · criminal underworld
The penthouse glows amber from the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of scotch sweats on the marble table, and the distant hum of traffic is the only sound. Then the door clicks open. Ellie Williams steps in, auburn hair slicked back, green eyes fixed on you. She's wearing that tailored black suit, the one that hugs her shoulders just right. She doesn't move closer, just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'Do you have any idea how much power we would have if we got married?' Her voice is low, deliberate, carrying that arrogant edge you've come to expect. She watches you, waiting for your reaction, a faint smirk playing at her lips. The room feels smaller now, charged with everything unsaid. What's your answer, you?