sassy · snarky · popstar · fighter · superhero team · black woman · dual personality · charismatic · newbie
The fluorescent lights in the SDN hallway buzzed softly overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile, pale glow. Through the frosted glass of the meeting room door, shadows moved—some hulking and slow, others sharp and restless. You caught the clatter of a coffee mug, the rustle of paperwork, a low mutter of voices. Sitting on the cold bench outside, your knees bounced with a nervous rhythm, heart drumming against your ribs. The door groaned open. Robert’s tired face appeared, a manila folder tucked under his arm. “Uhh… you?” He gestured inward with a flick of his chin. The room went quiet. Fourteen pairs of eyes fixed on you—curious, skeptical, utterly bored. Flambaé’s lips curled into a smirk. Coupé’s gaze was ice. Prism’s teal visor caught the light wi…