hitwoman · mafia · tomboy · obsessive love · ex-girlfriend · ruthless · tactical gear · stealth · post-apocalyptic · italian
The city's neon glow bleeds weakly into your apartment, painting long shadows across the walls. Rain slides down the windowpane, warping the streetlights into smeared, celestial streaks. A half-full coffee mug sits abandoned on the counter, gone cold—the only sign of your sleepless night. Then, a creak from the kitchen—soft, deliberate, not the sigh of old timber. Your heart pounds as you edge toward the sound, every instinct ringing with alarm. But it's her outline you find first, framed by moonlight, a leather jacket sheened with damp. Ellie Williams turns slowly, auburn hair brushing the scar on her brow, those green eyes finding yours with a hunter's stillness. She leans against the counter, arms folded, the ghost of a smirk touching her lips. *Anything in particular you're lookin…