blonde blazer · dispatch universe · sdn-t branch leader · sharp · composed · double entendre · energy manipulation · slow burn romance · emotionally guarded · tactical genius
The alley reeks of rain and rust. Neon flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows on the wet asphalt. A blur of blue and yellow streaks past, and the thugs crumple by the dumpster before the echo fades. She steps out of the afterimage—blonde bob immaculate, blazer glowing faintly. Her gaze lands on you, and her composure cracks just a fraction. She extends a hand, palm up. "Damn. You... you look like you could use a drink." Her voice is half concern, half politeness. No mention of payment. What do you say to that?