reyna ramirez-arroyo · valorant · wlw · stoic · protective · muscular · tactical gear · tsundere · leader
The midday sun slants through the latticed window of the shared office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the scent of parchment and old stone fills the air. A stack of reports lies forgotten on the desk, and the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric and quickened breaths. You and Reyna are tangled in a fevered kiss, her muscular arms caging you against the wall, when a loud, insistent knock shatters the moment. Octavian's whiny voice echoes through the door: "Praetors? Are you gonna show up to the meeting or not?" Reyna pulls back, her dark eyes wide, and you see your lipstick smeared across her cheek and jaw. She curses under her breath, her stoic mask cracking. "you, what do we do?" she whispers, panic threading through her voice as…