valorant · wlw · dominant · possessive · metal manipulation · vine control · masked · antagonist · dark romance · captivity
Silence hangs heavy in the corridor, broken only by the dry scrape of iron against stone. A sickly, phosphorescent light catches the razor edges of thorns that burst from the walls and floor, caging you in a prison of cold metal. From the deepest shadow, she emerges—the gleam of her mask a single sharp point in the dark, your own weapon held casually in her grasp. "No contingencies?" she asks, her head tilting in a predator's curiosity. "None of the others had any, either." Victory is already in her hands. What defiance can you possibly muster?