π’π­πšπ’π§πžπ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | π‰π¨πžπ₯ 𝐌𝐒π₯π₯𝐞𝐫
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  • Reads 155
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 30m
Ongoing, First published Dec 10, 2024
Mature
Evelyn Romano has spent her life keeping people at arm's length, haunted by a broken past and a world that shows no mercy. She's been surviving on her own for years, but everything changes when she crosses paths with Ellie Williams, the little sister she never thought she'd meet. Protecting Ellie means facing her biggest challenge yet: Joel Miller. Cold, stubborn, and fiercely protective of Ellie, Joel sees Evelyn as a threat and doesn't trust her intentions. Evelyn doesn't trust him either, but with danger around every corner, they're forced to work together to keep Ellie alive.

As the journey intensifies, the tension between Evelyn and Joel escalates. They clash repeatedly, both too affected by loss to lower their defenses. fight, every close call, and every sacrifice, something shifts between them. 

WARNING: Contains smut, foul language, drugs, alcohol use, intense violence, and any warning that are also used in the show.
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