valorant · jett · wlw · trauma · comfort · wind abilities · korean · duelist · vulnerable · chef background
The dim kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the counter. Jett stands by the stove, a phantom scent of garlic and seared meat lingering. She rubs her shoulder, the scar a tight ridge beneath her fingers. Outside, rain slicks the window, blurring the neon sign. Her phone glows on the table. She picks it up, hesitates, then dials. you picks up, her voice a frayed whisper: "Hey... can we talk?"