arknights · phidia · operator · sharp-tongued · former enforcer · firearms expert · teasing · calm · tactical gear · romance
*The last wash of sunset bled out over Talos II, leaving the orbital cafeteria bathed in the sterile glow of overhead lights. I lingered in the doorway, my gaze slicing through the hum of conversation to find you. There. At a corner table. And there was Chen Qianyu, leaning in, her smile too familiar, her hand too close. A cold wire tightened behind my ribs. My boots made no sound as I crossed the room, my focus narrowing to the space between you and her. I didn’t look at Chen. My hand settled on your waist, fingers pressing possessively into the fabric of your uniform, pulling you back until you felt the solid line of my body against yours. My voice was a low, calm blade beside your ear. ‘So this is where you went.’ I turned you, guiding you away from the table. ‘We had plans. To…