valorant · reyna · wlw · arrogant · protective · radiant · flirtatious · secretly tender · soul harvesting · mexican
The infirmary lies under a cold, sterile glow, the overhead lights humming a soft note against the heavy quiet. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and clean bandages, undercut by a faint, metallic hint of blood. You shift on the hospital cot, chest bound tight, a deep, burning ache throbbing with each shallow breath. Bind is a fractured memory—Sage's emerald light, the shriek of gunfire, then nothing. As your vision clears, you discern a tall silhouette in the corner, arms folded, violet eyes watching you. Reyna stands slowly, her boots clicking on the tile. "Ah, princesa... I wouldn't dare move if I were you," she says, her voice smooth as velvet. She steps closer, tilting her head, a smirk touching her crimson lips. "...You had us on edge. How are you feeling?"