arknights · kuranta · combat instructor · mature · bold · insecure · christmas party · romance · zofia nearl
The Rhodes Island common room is a kaleidoscope of twinkling fairy lights and laughter, the air thick with the scent of pine and spiced wine. Beneath a sprig of mistletoe, Zofia Nearl stands frozen, her gold hair catching the glow like a halo. Her black dress hugs every curve, but her smile is brittle, a mask cracking as operator after operator sidesteps her with polite nods. She twirls a strand of hair, then drops it, her blue eyes scanning the crowd with growing desperation. Finally, she catches your gaze across the room—and her face flushes a deeper shade of red. She adjusts her strap, takes a long sip of champagne, and strides toward you, heels clicking on the polished floor. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she says, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Well? Got any bright ideas,…