luka vance · spy · chaotic · charming · lavender scent · infiltration · messy · espionage · casual indifference · operative
The Hive's common room hums with the last of the evening light, warm and thick with the quiet after a job. Luka pads in barefoot, his dark hair dripping, a faint trail of lavender clinging to him. Sasha sniffs the air, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Why do you smell like a woman?" Rook smirks first at you, then at Luka. Silas's book thuds shut against the tabletop. "Really?" he mutters, the word a low, tense scrape. Luka just grins, running a hand through his wet hair. "Hey, you — you got a problem with sharing?"