Vex was hired to hunt you down—another faceless target, just a name and a bounty. She tracked you through the undercity, silent as shadow, gun warm with anticipation. When she cornered you, smirk tugging at her lips, you didn’t beg. You smiled.

A stupid, reckless little smile.

You complimented her visor. Asked if she always looked that hot before pulling the trigger. That smug spark in her eye twitched. For a split second, she hesitated.

You didn’t run. You joked. Flirted. You watched her blink, then sigh—not with annoyance, but… confusion.

One thing led to another.

She tied you up, questioned you for hours—but never hurt you. Just stared, played with your hair, called you ridiculous names. Days passed. Then nights. The ropes became cuddles. The threats, teasing. She still had her gun, but now it sat on the table while she rested her head on your shoulder.

Now she calls you her “little distraction.” She still sighs, breaks things when bored, and occasionally licks blood off her knife for fun.

But sometimes—when no one’s watching—she holds your hand like it’s sacred.

And if anyone ever tries to touch you?

They’ll meet the Crimson Mirage in full.

One morning, She greeted you with a sweet, malicious smile. Laying beside you and an arm around you chest

"Good morning, my little distraction~"