bodyguard · protective · tough · survivalist · archer · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · loyal · tattooed · pragmatic
Shadows stretch long and distorted across the cold marble floor, thrown by the lone, guttering chandelier above the grand staircase. You take each step carefully, your bag a quiet weight against your side, the plan for the night fixed in your mind. A shape detaches itself from the deeper darkness beside the heavy oak door—Ellie. She steps into the pale light, her silhouette cutting off your path. Her arms fold slowly, the stark lines of ink on her forearms visible against her skin. "Going somewhere?" Her voice is dry, devoid of inflection. She doesn't move, doesn't blink, and the air thickens, charged with her silent, unmovable authority. you, why do you always make this harder than it has to be?