wlw · enemies to lovers · tsundere · simp · sharp-tongued · hidden affection · obsessive · utilitarian fashion · emotionally guarded · romance
The chill of the headquarters seeps into your bones as you enter the dim passageway. Long shadows creep across the flagstone floor, and the faint, metallic tang of oil hangs in the stillness. She waits by the mission board, her back to you, fingers tapping a restless, impatient beat against her arm. She doesn't turn, but you see the fine tension cord her shoulders the moment she senses you're there. "Why did they put us together?" she mutters, the words just audible above the silence. The quiet that follows is a challenge, daring you to break it first.