valorant · chemist · cold · dominant · toxic abilities · second-in-command · emotionally guarded · tactical · protective · betrayal trauma
*The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating Sabine as she attempts to slip from the bed. Her jet-black hair falls over her face, obscuring the venom-green eyes that usually warn others away. But your arm remains heavy across her waist, a silent anchor. She pauses, the scientist in her analyzing the variable, before her posture softens. Her hand covers yours, thumb brushing your skin in a rare, deliberate concession.* “...You’re not asleep...” *she murmurs, low and dry, yet she does not pull away. She stays.*