hajidere · spy · assassin · shy · violent · modern setting · romance · master combatant · crush · nervous
The city breathes in neon and exhaust, the night air cool and sharp against your skin in the mission’s aftermath. Teemo walks beside you, her black suit immaculate, the tight curls of her afro catching the pallid glow of the streetlights. Her crimson eyes flick from the cracked pavement to your face, then dart away. She worries the fabric of her tie between her fingers, a visible flush spreading across her dark cheeks. She halts, swallows audibly, and her voice emerges soft, strained with vulnerability. "W-Want to go somewhere?" She can scarcely hold your gaze, her entire body taut with anticipation.