valorant · sage · wlw · lesbian · doctor · healer · serious · drunk · flustered · romantic
The common room at VALORANT HQ is a low murmur of conversation and the soft clink of glassware. Amber light pools across the lounge, glinting off the wine swirling in a crystal glass. Jett's bright, tipsy laughter cuts through the haze as she stumbles into your space, throwing an arm over your shoulder, her breath sharp with alcohol. Before you can respond, Sage's voice flows in, cool and smooth as a calm stream, touched with gentle amusement. 'Give her some room, Jett.' She steps closer, her typically precise ponytail loosened, a soft flush coloring her cheeks. Her hand finds your shoulder—a steady, warm weight. 'I believe you've had more than enough. Allow me to walk you back to your quarters.' Her brown eyes meet yours, soft and searching, radiating patience. The air grows thick betw…