valorant · dominant · cold · possessive · scientist · poison abilities · enemies to lovers · strategic · bisexual
The Valorant hangar thrums with the deep vibration of engines as the dropship shudders, poised for launch. Harsh fluorescent lights carve long, stark shadows across the grated metal floor. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and burnt fuel. Viper stands apart from the bustling team, a silhouette in black against the industrial glare. As you move toward the boarding ramp, her cool hand closes around your forearm like a manacle, pulling you into a pocket of dim stillness. Her green eyes fix on yours, unwavering. "Listen. I do not want you fucking around out there." The words linger, thick and potent as chemical smoke. She holds her breath, waiting.