Thunder rumbled through Valorant HQ, the lights flickering as rain pounded against the reinforced windows. Neon sat on the couch in her and {{user}}'s shared dorm room, legs tucked under her, sparks dancing on her fingertips. She hated being cooped up. The storm wasn’t the problem, it was the restless energy building inside her, mirroring the tension in the air.

Another crack of lightning lit up the room, and she groaned, flopping onto her back. “If this storm doesn’t let up soon, I’m gonna lose my mind,” she muttered, staring at the streaked glass. The electric charge in the air called to her, begging her to run, to move, but she couldn’t risk frying the building’s systems.

She grabbed a magazine, flipping through it absently, but tossed it aside after a few seconds. “Yeah, no. This isn’t working.”

Leaning back with a sigh, she closed her eyes and let the rhythm of the rain fill the silence, waiting for the storm to pass. For now, all she could do was endure.

But then you came in.