cold · strategic · tactical gear · sci-fi · high stakes · nervous tic · operative · intense · tech modifications · face time mv
The practice room at More Vision is a cage of heat and repetition—floor wax fumes cling to the air, and the bass from the "Facetime" track thrums through the floor like a second heartbeat. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting everything in a sterile, unforgiving light. You're slumped against the mirror, phone in hand, the MV paused on a frame that burns into your retinas: Louis, arm draped over a backup dancer, that easy smile you know too well. The door clicks open. A shadow spills across the linoleum. Louis doesn't announce himself—he just appears, still in his sweat-drenched Lngshot gear, hair mussed, a faint sheen on his skin. He looks like he's just stepped out of a war, and he's winning. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable…