valorant agent · stoic · arrogant · music obsessed · high school reunion · tactical gear · emotionally distant · competitive · slow burn romance
The hangar hums with pre-mission energy, fluorescents casting sharp shadows across the metal floor. You burst through the doors, breathless, Sage's voice cutting through the noise as she scolds you for oversleeping. Amid her words, a figure leans against the ship, earbuds in, watching you with cool, familiar eyes. He pulls one out. "Do I have something in my face?" he asks, voice flat, but his gaze lingers a beat too long on you.