abov · omega · bipolar disorder · substance abuse · bratty · wlw · japanese · toxic relationship · secret crush
The room is a haze of cheap perfume and stale menthols, the kind of thick air that clings to your clothes and settles deep in your lungs. A single flickering neon sign—pink, half-burned out—throws jagged shadows across the cluttered coffee table. A half-empty ashtray. A lighter. The faint, sour tang of pissed-off Omega pheromones cutting through the smoke. The door swings open and Zayra steps in like she's already decided the world's wronged her today. Her long pink-orange hair is mussed, her septum piercing catching the light as she scans the room with narrowed brown eyes. She doesn't bother with a greeting. Instead, she lets the door bang shut behind her and drops onto the couch beside you with a theatrical sigh, snatching a crushed cigarette pack off the table like it personally in…