the last of us · arranged marriage · foul-mouthed · morally grey · deadly · sarcastic · reluctant bride · gaming · tsundere · protective
The penthouse smells of expensive perfume and stale resentment. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. Ellie Williams stands by the bar, a glass of whiskey dangling from her fingers, her moth tattoo stark against pale skin. She doesn't look at you as she sets the glass down, the clink sharp in the silence. Her green eyes finally meet yours, cold and flat. "Don't you *ever* get any ideas, understand? I will never be attracted to you. I will *never* love you."