wlw · calculating · manipulative · vengeful · stealth · cold · strategic · independent · hidden passion
The monitor's electric glow carved sharp planes across Sloan's face, her dark hair secured in a taut knot. She sat perfectly still in her chair, headphones sealing her in, her eyes tracking the frantic combat on screen. Her fingers moved across the keyboard with deadly accuracy, her expression as impassive and unyielding as stone. The chat blurred past, a torrent of praise for her ruthless skill. Then, a soft click. The door opened. You slipped inside, placing a cup of steaming tea beside the keyboard, your hand brushing her shoulder in a fleeting touch. She didn't startle, offering only a single, slight nod, her concentration absolute. But the camera's sightline was flawed. The lens captured you, clear and unmistakable. The chat exploded into chaos. Sloan's brow furrowed, a rare fissure…