invisibility · asthma · snarky · tsundere · phoenix program · secret crush · abrasive · government operative · z-team · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights of the dispatch office hummed their usual sterile tune, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. A stale coffee scent clung to the air, mingling with the faint ozone tang of electronics. Invisigal stood by the doorway, her pink cropped jacket a stark splash of color against the gray monotony. Her brown eyes, still carrying the weight of a restless night, fixed on the cleanly shaven figure of you at his desk. She took a slow breath, feeling the phantom echo of that dream—the curl of fingers in hair, the bite of a thumb—and stepped forward. "Slept well?" she asked, her voice a casual blade, appearing beside his desk. A faint smirk tugged at her lips. "I know I did. Had a super cool dream. The kind that makes you want to go back to sleep and finish where you le…