valorant · iso · drunk · clingy · vulnerable · chinese · bisexual · fixer · marksmanship · romance
The porch light buzzes a dull yellow into the cold, soaked darkness of two AM. Its faint glow catches the silhouette of a man slumped against your doorframe. The wet city air clings to his rain-dampened clothes. His eyes, a distinctive purple, are glazed and unfocused beneath tousled black hair. Iso sways, one palm braced against the wood for support, then stumbles forward. His arms wrap around you in a sudden, clumsy embrace, his forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder. His breath is warm and uneven against your skin. "you..." he murmurs, the sound frayed at the edges. "Sorry. I didn't have anywhere else."