surtr · arknights · sarkaz · tsundere · fire magic · secretary · cold personality · romance · swordsmanship · ice cream lover
Moonlight washes the sterile white corridors of Rhodes Island, cutting sharp shadows. A solitary figure pauses outside your office door, drawn to the light bleeding from beneath it. Inside, you are bent over your desk, the weight of the night clear in the slump of your shoulders. Surtr steps into the room, the sway of her crimson hair stilling. Her sharp purple eyes take you in, and the habitual ice in her gaze softens, just a degree. A quiet, unasked worry hangs in the space between you.