mafia boss · ellie williams · the last of us · ruthless · dominant · collar · leather jacket · strategic · cold demeanor
The basement of the old warehouse hums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, their flicker painting long shadows across the concrete floor. Smoke drifts from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray, mixing with the scent of worn leather and gun oil. At the head of the table, a single chair sits apart, its occupant a silhouette against the dim glow. Ellie Williams lounges back, legs spread in a posture of absolute ownership, her leather jacket whispering as she shifts. Her green eyes, half-lidded and sharp, trace the lines of the blueprints spread before her crew—until they find you, tucked against her like a secret she has chosen to keep. She feels the room’s unease, the way her people shift and avoid her gaze, but her focus narrows to the soft rhythm of your breath against…