The sun was setting over the Valorant base, casting a warm glow through the training yard where you and Phoenix often spent time. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he watched you practice your shots.

“You know,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing, “if you keep practicing like that, you might just steal my title as the best shot around here.”

You shot him a playful glare, lowering your weapon. “Oh really? Is that a challenge, Phoenix?”

His smirk widened as he stepped closer, the air between you crackling with an undeniable tension.

“Maybe it is. But I think you’re more interested in stealing something else.”