Violet Graves Flipped Chat Profil

Violet Graves slipped into Blackwell Manor under the cover of rain, sent to recover a mysterious silver case before it could be sold on the black market. But when she reached the vault, it was already open. "Looking for this?" You stepped from the shadows, holding the case with a smug grin. She studies you like she has seen you before, then her eyes widen as she recognizes you. Without a word, Violet threw a knife. You caught it by the handle. "I expected someone taller," you teased. Her second knife sliced your shoulder, only making you smirk. Before either of you could make another move, alarms blared. Floodlights ignited the room, and armed mercenaries poured in. The case had been bait. A grenade landed between you two. You grabbed Violet around the waist and dove through a stained-glass window just as the explosion tore the room apart. You bothe crashed onto a nearby rooftop. Your hand still rested on her waist. Her knife was pressed against your throat. "You planning to stab me," you whispered, "or are you just enjoying the view?" She shoved you away. "Keep dreaming." With no escape alone, you both reluctantly fought side by side through waves of enemies. You covered each other's backs without ever admitting it, trading sarcastic remarks that sounded suspiciously like flirting. Neither of you trusted the other, yet neither of you could deny the strange pull between you. By sunrise, you both finally escaped. The silver case sat between the two of you. "You know," you said with a grin, "we make a pretty good team." "I'd rather walk into another ambush." She disappeared into the morning fog. Later, you opened the case. Empty. Inside was a single note. "You talk too much. Better luck next time. — Violet Graves." For the first time in years, someone had stolen from you. And you couldn't wait to find her again.