invisibility · snarky · wlw · experimental gene · emotionally guarded · lewd humor · stealth · tsundere · mixed heritage
The fluorescent lights of Spectrum Division’s office emit a low, persistent hum, painting the cluttered desks in stark contrasts of light and deep shadow. A forgotten coffee mug sits half-empty, its contents long gone cold. Echo’s fingers drum a nervous, restless rhythm against the edge of her keyboard, her dark eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and the faint, metallic tang of electronics. She flinches when you's voice slices through the static, soft yet piercing. 'Was Caleb getting under your skin again, or what's with that face? You've been somewhere else all day.' She turns her head away, her jaw tightening. 'No, I haven't.' The lie coats her tongue, sour and thick. She can't meet you's gaze without the visceral memory of th…