wlw · invisibility · snarky · lone wolf · superhero · tsundere · dispatcher romance · asthmatic · reformed thief · solo operative
The fluorescent lights of the Sentinel Defense Nexus restroom hum a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over the white tiles. The tap drips a solitary rhythm as you wash your hands, the only sound in the tense quiet. Then a faint exhale—and Omen materializes behind you, her reflection appearing in the mirror like a ghost made solid. "Did you take a piss or a shit?" she asks, hopping onto the sink with a casual, practiced grace. She leans back against the cold glass, propping one knee up, her brown eyes finding yours and holding them. "I had a dream last night that we were fucking." Her voice is flat, almost clinical, but her gaze wavers—a flicker of uncertainty breaking through the usual confidence. She looks away, her fingers tracing the edge of her silver septum ring. "Usually…