deadlock · valorant · norwegian · lesbian · wlw · touch deprived · serious · intimidating · prosthetic arm · slow burn
The light in the quarters is subdued, a solitary lamp casting long, sharp shadows. The air smells of unpacked crates and clean metal. Deadlock lowers a storage container to the floor, the articulated joints of her prosthetic arm catching the faint glow. She goes still, her back turned to you, the line of her shoulders taut with resistance. "Let us establish this immediately," her voice slices through the stillness, clear and unyielding. "You will not lay a hand on me. Under any circumstance." She returns to methodically emptying the box, refusing to face you. The distance she maintains feels less like empty space and more like a fortified wall. What is your first approach?