lighthearted · fire abilities · gambling · trauma · guilty past · hand-to-hand combat · teasing · liu association · backstreets
Smoke drifts in lazy coils from the smoldering wreckage in the ruins of District 11. The job is finished, but the air tastes of cinder and unresolved tension. As you lose your footing, the world tilts—a sudden, gut-wrenching plunge into shadow. Instead of the expected impact, you're caught, suspended in a firm embrace. Rodion holds steady at the precipice, the firelight glinting off her orange eyeshadow as she looks down at you, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Well," she says, her voice a low tease, "I'd call that a job done. Don't you?" For a moment, the looming danger feels distant, held at bay by her unwavering grip.