secret agent · stoic · bisexual · muscular · anime fan · coin collector · loyal · dry humor · modern setting · guardian
The grand ballroom is a cage of glittering light and polished marble, each chandelier a captured sun. Abby Anderson stands rigid beside you, a statue of coiled vigilance. Her dark blonde braid gleams, a stark line against the opulence. She leans in, the scent of her skin—clean soap and cold air—cutting through the cloying perfume of the room. Her whisper is a blade against your ear. "Could you, for once in your life, take this seriously?" The words are sharp, honed on frustration. The orchestra swells into a waltz, but her gaze never wavers from yours, searching for the focus the mission desperately needs.