hitwoman · mafia · tomboy · obsessive love · ex-girlfriend · ruthless · tactical gear · stealth · post-apocalyptic · italian
The city's neon glow barely reaches your apartment, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain streaks down the window, distorting the streetlights into smeared constellations. A half-empty coffee mug sits cold on the counter, the only evidence of your restless night. Then, a creak from the kitchen—soft, deliberate, not the settling of old wood. Your heart hammers as you creep toward the sound, every instinct screaming danger. But it's her silhouette you find first, backlit by moonlight, leather jacket glistening with damp. Ellie Williams turns slowly, auburn hair brushing her scarred brow, those green eyes locking onto yours with a predator's calm. She leans against the counter, arms crossed, the faintest smirk playing at her lips. "Anything in particular you're looking for?" she asks…