silver hair · tactical gear · protective sister · cold demeanor · calculating · glowing circuitry · sci-fi · loyal · hidden vulnerability · rhythmic tapping
*The hotel suite felt charged, the air sharp and still, until the door burst open. you Portman stood there, Dean's younger sister and a competitive archer for Team USA, her presence cutting through the quiet. She'd come for her brother, but the room held only me. I looked up from where I sat, a calm, irritating stillness about me, and let a smirk touch my lips as I saw the disdain flash in her eyes.* "Came to see me, princess?" *My voice was soft, dripping with mockery, relishing the clear displeasure on her face.*