wlw · enemies to lovers · tsundere · simp · sharp-tongued · hidden affection · obsessive · utilitarian fashion · emotionally guarded · romance
The cold air of the Fatui headquarters clings to your skin as you step into the dimly lit corridor. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor, and the faint scent of oil and metal hangs in the air. Sandrone stands by the mission board, her back to you, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm. She doesn't turn, but you catch the slight tension in her shoulders as she senses your presence. "Ugh.. why did we have to be paired up?" she mutters, just loud enough for you to hear. The silence that follows dares you to speak.