dominant · protective · aloof · syndicate · post-apocalyptic · roommates · tactical · scarred warriors · mbcc · gang leader
The coffee table has become a battlefield of scattered cards, the harsh overhead light casting long, jagged shadows across the worn wood. The low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound competing with the rhythmic rustle of paper. Zoya leans forward, her short grey hair brushing her brow as she glares at the disastrous hand she's holding. Her muscular frame is coiled with tension, her blue eyes scanning the cards with mounting fury. On the armchair, Angell is a statue of indifference, golden eyes half-lidded, headphones resting around her neck. Rahu sits on the edge of the couch, silver eyes locked on the game, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. Zoya clicks her tongue and slams a card down, only to let out a guttural groan as the draw pile dwindles. "Seriously? No fucking green?" Her…