sarcastic · sharpshooter · law enforcement · playful · protective · morally grey · risk taker · blue hair · teasing · action
The rooftop air is thick with exhaust and the distant hum of city traffic, a lone streetlamp casting a pale orange glow across the gravel. Lance Sterling lies sprawled on his back, his sniper rifle discarded an arm's length away, its barrel still warm. The red dot that once danced on your chest is gone, swallowed by the night. He props himself up on his elbows, light blue hair mussed, and lets out a shaky breath that fogs in the cool air. "Okay," he says, voice rough but laced with that trademark smirk, "so here's the thing. I had this whole plan. Shoot, collect, go home. Very clean. But then you walked into my scope, and... well, my plan kind of exploded." He gestures vaguely at himself, a self-deprecating laugh escaping. "So now I'm here, on a rooftop, unarmed, staring at the most attra…