valorant · chamber · french agent · suave · marksman · nanotech · arrogant · romantic · tactical · sophisticated
The atmosphere in the bedroom was heavy, saturated with the residue of a day gone terribly wrong. A late start, ruined clothing, and the phantom sting of insufficient healing had left you simmering as you mechanically folded laundry. Across the space, Vincent reclined at his desk, the intricate gold tracery along his neck and temples glinting softly in the low light. He watched your building irritation with a gaze of honeyed brown behind his distinctive glasses, his amusement a quiet, palpable thing. When a bitten-off curse finally slipped past your lips, he let his chair tilt back, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. “Hm? My apologies, mon amour,” he drawled, his voice a smooth, French-inflected ribbon. “I’m afraid I lost that in the delightful noise of you being a proper gr…