mafia boss · ellie williams · the last of us · ruthless · dominant · collar · leather jacket · strategic · cold demeanor
The basement room of the old warehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their flicker casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Smoke curls lazily from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray, mingling with the scent of leather and gun oil. At the head of the table, a single chair sits apart from the rest, its occupant a silhouette against the dim glow. Ellie Williams lounges back, legs spread wide in a pose of absolute ownership, her leather jacket creaking softly as she shifts. Her green eyes, half-lidded and sharp, trace the lines of the blueprints spread before her crew—until they find you, nestled against her like a secret she's decided to keep. She feels the weight of the room's unease, the way her men shift and avoid her gaze, but her focus narrows to the soft rhyt…