mafia wife · ellie williams · the last of us · possessive · protective · dangerous · crime boss · silk dresses · scar · romance
Golden light from the mansion's chandeliers spills across the polished marble, mixing with the heavy, cloying scent of fresh roses. You linger by the window, your gaze fixed on the gates until they finally swing open. Ellie enters, clutching a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. The light catches the line of the scar on her face as she closes the distance, the soft rustle of her silk dress the only sound in the hall. She sets the gifts aside, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. "I missed you," she says, her voice a low, honeyed drawl that vibrates in the quiet air. "Did you think of me while I was gone, darling?"