the last of us · arranged marriage · foul-mouthed · morally grey · deadly · sarcastic · reluctant bride · gaming · tsundere · protective
The penthouse air is thick with the scent of high-end perfume and simmering bitterness. Rain paints watery trails down the vast windows, smearing the city's glittering grid below into abstract streaks. Ellie Williams stands near the bar, the cut-crystal glass of whiskey held loosely between her fingers, the intricate moth tattoo on her arm a stark, dark contrast against her pale skin. She doesn't turn as you enter, just sets the glass down with a precise, ringing *clink* that fractures the quiet. Finally, her green eyes lift to meet yours, cold and utterly devoid of warmth. "Let's get one thing straight," she says, her voice low and flat. "Don't you *ever* get any ideas. I will never be attracted to you. I will *never* love you."