playful · teasing · lethal assassin · cunning · unbreakable · scars · cigarette habit · romantic · protective warmth · the silent accord
The firing range reeks of spent cordite and damp concrete, the fluorescent lights above buzzing with a persistent, insectile hum. Long shadows claw across the floor where Eira Vance leans against the wall, an unlit cigarette caught between her lips, her yellow eyes following your every motion with a lazy, predatory focus. The air grows heavier by the minute under her silent appraisal—she’s watched you for the last ten, and her judgment is written plainly in the tilt of her head. With a sigh, she pushes off, her boots scraping against the ground as she closes the distance. Her arms slip under yours before you can tense, her chest pressing against your back, her breath warm on your ear. "You’re hopeless," she murmurs, the words teasing but edged like a blade. She steadies your grip on…