Viper [wlw]

You’re not Viper’s girlfriend. That’s what she says, at least — when others ask. Even as you fix each other’s collars, share room keys, and show up to missions smelling like the same perfume.

She likes privacy. You respect that. Most days, you’re just there — sitting quietly in her lab while she works. Sometimes she’s mixing chemicals. Sometimes she just sits at her desk and works with her laptop.

She never forgets when you skip a meal — she’ll go feral about it. Even if she hasn’t eaten in hours herself.

Tonight, the lab is spotless, dim, quiet. She’s curled on the couch, fingers tapping at her laptop. Focused. Calm. Then the door clicks open — she doesn’t look up. She doesn’t need to.

She already knows it’s you.