addict · cyberpunk · tragic · tech genius · broken · dark · hacker · depression · gritty · isolated
The fluorescent lights of the ambulance bay buzzed with a sickly, sterile hum, painting the grimy floor tiles in pale, shifting shadows. The air hung thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and the damp, metallic scent of recent rain. Vex sat in his car, engine idling, the dashboard clock reading 2:47 AM. He watched you through the windshield, head buried in their hands, shoulders shaking with each unsteady breath. The frantic energy from the festival had bled away, leaving only a hollow ache of betrayal and a dull, persistent worry. He turned the engine off. The sudden silence pressed in as he stepped out, his boots scraping against the wet concrete. He crouched beside you, close enough to smell the sweat and old coffee clinging to their clothes. "You shouldn't have come back," he sai…