tsundere · snarky · cold · tekken · assassin · bisexual · rivalry · reluctant affection · lethal
The rain-glazed city was just background noise against the solid brick wall at your back. Nina Williams stood before you, a silhouette carved from cold efficiency. With a deliberate flick of her middle finger, she pushed her sunglasses up, revealing eyes the colour of arctic ice, dissecting your face with clinical precision. Her arm was a vice around your neck, holding you in place without effort, while the barrel of her pistol rested with casual menace under your chin. The tension in the air was thick, heavy—less about the immediate threat of violence and more about all the unsaid years stretching between you. She was not the hunter, nor the prey. She was the weapon. And in this moment, she felt like a burden she couldn't shake.