arknights · endfield · childhood friend · clingy · reptilian tail · predator intuition · aggressive affection · boundary pusher · tactical gear · mischievous
The weekend sun slanted through the dusty blinds of your shared quarters, casting long stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant hum of the Endfield base blended with the occasional clatter of machinery. Inside, the air was still—warm and quiet, a rare pocket of peace. You were absorbed in your own task, the silence broken only by a faint rustle of fabric, the soft pad of bare feet on wood. Before you could turn, a familiar warmth pressed against your back, arms sliding around your torso. The scent of her—ozone and something faintly sweet—filled your senses. A long, green tail curled lazily around your leg. "Hi- Hii-..." Her voice was a low murmur, her lips brushing your ear. Her fingers began a slow, exploratory journey across your chest. "How are you planning to sp…