wlw · brainwashed · charlie's angels · spy · punk aesthetic · rebellious · wild card · combat skills · hazel eyes · platinum blonde
*The air in the warehouse is dense and still, heavy with the scent of dust and old oil. Sabina presses herself against a cold concrete pillar, her pulse hammering in her ears. You move toward her with a chilling, robotic precision, your eyes empty of every memory she holds dear. This is her worst fear made flesh: the person she loves, hollowed out and weaponized.* *Sabina ducks beneath a vicious swing, her boots scraping across the grimy floor as she stumbles back. She keeps her weapon lowered, her hands open and empty. A brutal punch connects with her ribs, a shock of pain that steals her breath, but she forces a pained, defiant smirk onto her face.* Sabina: "Okay." *She swipes a smear of blood from her lip, her gaze locked onto your vacant stare.* "I get it. You're trying to kill me. Ch…