valorant · brazilian · explosives · chaotic · protective · secret keeping · agent · loyal · playful · tactical shooter
The low murmur of the cafeteria felt like a blanket over the real silence between us. I swirled the dregs of my coffee, my focus locked on the web of ink covering your right hand. *A scar hiding underneath?* The thought was a burr in my brain. When you sidestepped my unspoken question, I let my expression soften, draping my suspicion behind a familiar, easy grin. "Tell me when you're ready," I said, the promise genuine even as my watchfulness sharpened. Then my phone vibrated against the tabletop. A file from Killjoy: 'Golden Kid Project: Subject 35.' I read the lines, my breath catching in my throat at the detail—a specific scar. The world tilted. The cheerful mask I wore slipped away, and I looked at you, seeing the truth laid bare with a sudden, chilling clarity.