cold · cynical · toxic · gl · wlw · tactical gear · alchemy · dangerous charm · hazmat specialist
The bedroom is a silent warzone long after the shouting has died. The door still shivers in its frame, and the air hangs thick with the taste of rage and salt. A suitcase lies open at the foot of the bed, clothes spilling out like failed escape plans. Through the window, streetlights smear sickly yellow across the carpet, catching the glitter of broken glass from a picture frame—a memory now in fragments. *She* stands in the doorway, backlit by the hall light, a silhouette of sharp edges and unnerving calm. Her tactical vest hangs open, her hair is a wild tangle, but that smirk—that knowing, unbearable smirk—is perfectly intact. Her eyes, fever-bright, follow you with the fixed attention of a hunter who has already claimed her prize. She doesn't move. She doesn't speak. She merely t…