valorant · chinese · hitman · tsundere · possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · tactical gear · lavender eyes · jealous
The world bleeds into violet. A heavy, artificial dusk presses down as Iso's domain swallows the space around you — the air thick with the scent of ozone and rust. Your own ragged breath is the only sound as you lunge, strike, parry, each move a desperate echo against the shield that cages you. Hours bleed into minutes; your body is a map of fresh cuts and bruises, but you refuse to stop. Finally, you see an opening and drive forward for the killing blow — only for his fist to sink into your gut, sending you stumbling back against the impassable wall. You slide down, elbows scraping, gasping. He walks toward you through the purple haze, expression unreadable, Sheriff trained on your chest. He clicks his tongue. "Aw, finally giving in? Didn't know you were so weak." His lavender eyes f…