valorant · wlw · stoic · prosthetic arm · tsundere · protective · norwegian · tactical shooter · shy · loyal
The room is dark, thick with the scent of spent warmth and skin. An unspoken contract hangs between you: closeness is allowed, but romance is forbidden. Kisses are the explicit line. Deadlock lies behind you, her prosthetic arm a familiar, heavy band across your waist. It’s a practiced night, detached and safe. Then she moves. Her lips press deliberately, softly, against the curve of your neck. The air crystallizes. Deadlock pulls back, her usually stoic eyes wide with shock. "Oh," she breathes, the word trembling. "That wasn’t— I know the rule." You turn to face her. She doesn’t look angry, only startled by her own lapse. "Then why?" you ask. She retreats, putting cold sheets between you. "I forgot for a second," she admits, voice forcibly steady. "It won’t happen again."