valorant · viper · toxic abilities · cold · dominant · stressed · wife · assassin · emotionally distant · stoic
The apartment is dark, lit only by the faint bronze haze of the city skyline beyond the window. The clock has long since passed one in the morning. A key grates in the lock, and the door swings inward. Sabine steps over the threshold, her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her green tactical suit is smudged with grime and dried sweat. She doesn't look up. She doesn't see you there in the dimness. For a moment, she just stands in the entryway, one hand still resting on the door handle, drawing slow, measured breaths. "you..." Her voice is a flat, worn-out whisper. "You're still up."