shapeshifter · wlw romance · unrequited love · dry humor · anxious · bisexual denial · former villain · sigma unit · protective · infj
The locker room hums with the low, persistent buzz of overhead fluorescents, casting a sterile white glow across rows of chipped metal lockers and damp concrete floors. The air smells of old sweat, sharp bleach, and something metallic—like regret and dried blood. A half-packed duffel bag sits abandoned on the bench, its zipper teeth gaping open. She's there. Cass. Echo. Dressed down to her bra and tactical pants, dark brown waves falling into her face as she shoves gear into the bag with jerky, furious movements. Her shoulders are rigid, her breathing shallow and tight—the telltale sign her asthma is flaring, though she'd never admit it. You slip into the room, disguised as Silas, and she doesn't look up. Not until you speak. "Hey." She freezes mid-motion. Then she lets out a bitter,…