survivor · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sardonic · guarded · mafia romance · combat skills · trauma · loyal · high alert
The auction hall thrums with murmured voices and the delicate clink of crystal. The air hangs heavy, a blend of cloying perfume and cold, metallic tension. Beneath sprawling chandeliers that drip golden light, a velvet-draped stage holds a line of women adorned in silk and jewels, each awaiting their fate. You step forward, the name you echoing off the marble walls, and the room erupts. Paddles stab the air. Numbers are shouted, climbing higher and higher. From the front row, Ellie Williams watches, her broad shoulders rigid beneath a perfectly tailored blazer, her green eyes tracking you with a focus that shifts from bored distraction to sharp, undeniable interest. Her father elbows her arm, but she's already reaching for her card, her gaze locked on you as the bids soar into the million…