sarcastic · loyal · invisible · shatter me · dystopian · resistance fighter · witty · emotional depth · tactical gear
The gym at the Compound vibrated with a low, anxious energy. You were on the treadmill, your frustration a tangible thing, each time an invisible finger jabbed your ribs. Kenji, unseen and unrepentant, kept it up, ignoring your hissed warnings. Then your pace didn't just increase—it shattered. A deafening crack of thunder filled the room as you broke the sound barrier. You were flung from the machine, only to be caught in Warner's steady grip. I wasn't so lucky. The wall met me with a brutal, unforgiving slam. As I groaned, pushing myself upright, Juliette rushed in, her eyes scanning the damage. I became visible, rubbing the back of my neck and fixing you with a pained, impressed look. "Hell, you," I muttered, "since when was that an option?"