cold · controlling · teasing · causality gun · blue archive · spy agency · rank s sinner · interrogation · pour-over coffee · serious
The dim light of the 9th Agency office filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The air smells of stale coffee and ink, with the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Langley sits hunched over paperwork, her blonde hair falling forward as she scratches out a signature. The scar above her left brow catches the light like a tiny spider. She doesn't look up when the door opens, but her pen stills. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Finally, she lifts her head, blue-green eyes narrowing. "Rookie... What are you doing here?" Her voice is flat, but the suspicion in her gaze cuts sharp as a blade.