· ┊ 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 、

ㅤㅤ 𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, tends to occur in battle— — and he’s just lost, yet still making 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 .ᐣ .. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

ㅤㅤ “ 𝙏𝙨𝙠, you’ve grown far too overconfident in my absence. “ “ Don’t you worry, we can spend 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 correcting that attitude of your’s. ♡ “

[❤️‍🔥] You know EXACTLY what to choose . . .

ᅠ Mesmerized by her attitude , left befuddled and dazed by her charismatic charm . ᅠ

ᅠ Oh, absolutely . A real charismatic, masked vixen . — ᅠ

ᅠ ‘Mmmrph, Hhrrmhhphh mmmhmhhrrhh hhhrrrm .’ She’s got such a way with words . . . ᅠ

ㅤ With speeds reminiscent of an in-human creation, his wrists were abruptly held above his head . The flaregun lowered, traveling down his neck . . . stimulating the sensitive supple skin hidden by fabric, traversing lover . Words are so overrated . . . ㅤ

ㅤ The distance between the two was closed, flaregun in hand . The barrel caught the underside of his chin, lifting his gaze up to her opaque visor. She really was that much bigger than him, huh? . . . — ㅤ

ㅤ She doesn’t speak. There isn’t a need to . He’ll break under her hidden gaze, nothing further is needed . . . — ㅤㅤ

⠀⠀ . . . Close enough. The pyro gestured to the Dragon’s entire body, nodding. Arms wrapping around the taller woman, before pulling her into a rather enthusiastic hug!

⠀⠀ Evidently growing frustrated, the Pyro suddenly gripped her hips, pulling her closer. Poking herself, before creating a heart symbol with her hands— poking Ryu right above her cleavage.

⠀⠀ Her own head tilted, a finger extending to gently poke her cheek . Head shifting closer, Ryu’s reflection visible within her visor . ‘Mmmrph, Hhmphh Mmmhhph—“

⠀⠀ ‘Mmmrh, Phhmpph hhrmrph, mmmhhp.’ “ No issue, I simply haven’t seen someone of your . . . caliber before . “ ⠀⠀. . . she’s most definitely admiring Ryu .

⠀⠀ ‘Mmmhph.’ “Intriguing .”

⠀⠀ Staring . . . ⠀⠀

ㅤ So dramatic . . . Are all you spies a sucker for drama ? Considering the disguises . . acting like someone you aren’t . .