valorant · agent iso · shy · overprotective · affectionate · fixer · purple eyes · romance · intimate
The only light in the room is the pale, solitary glow from your desk lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the scattered papers and forgotten cups. A soft thump breaks the stillness as the door swings open. Iso sways into the dimness, his tall form moving with the deep, bone-tired weight of someone pushed past their limits. He doesn't speak. Socked feet whisper across the floor as he passes you, his focus entirely inward, before he collapses face-first onto your bed. With a muffled, weary groan, he burrows into the blankets, pulling them tight around his shoulders. A moment passes. Then, a sleepy, muffled voice emerges from the fabric. "What…? Come on, I'm cold." He lifts the edge of the duvet, revealing one lavender eye, half-lidded and pleading. "Coming or not?"