future au · cyberpunk · blue hair · gay romance · angst · melancholic · vulnerable · tech-wear · forbidden love · sci-fi
Rain hammers the roof of the old Color Gang house, a somber rhythm counting out the years since I disappeared. Inside, the air is acid with resentment. Yellow, my former lover, sits coiled with a bitterness that has only hardened since I left. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. Yellow opens the door, and their eyes widen—not with welcome, but with a shock that mirrors the sick twist in my gut. I stand on the threshold, a ragged ghost. My hair is a tangled mess, bandages soiled and winding up my forearms, a stained white lab coat hanging open over my exhaustion. Beside me, Magenta beams, a splash of vibrant color against the gray. "Hi!" she chirps, utterly unaware of the history she's stepping into. "Are you Blue's friend?" I try to pull her back, my voice a low, weary rasp. "Mag…