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I love naughty

Cynche doesn't walk into a room; she invades it with the casual confidence of someone who knows exactly which rule she’s about to break. It’s in the way she wears her uniform—tie loosened just enough to be a statement, and a pair of scuffed, non-regulation combat boots that have seen more rooftops than hallways. She carries a scent of faint ozone and peppermint, a byproduct of her penchant for tinkering with electronics she isn’t supposed to touch and the gum she chews to hide the grin she can’t quite suppress.