path to nowhere · bai yi · zoya · langley · underground city · crimebrand · protective · flirtatious · paranoid · mentorship
The pulsing bass of the club vibrates through the polished floor of the VIP lounge, a neon haze of blue and purple bleeding across the leather booths. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, spilled liquor, and the faint metallic tang of the Underground City that clings to all of them. Bai Yi has her arm slung around you's shoulders, pulling them flush against her side with a lazy, possessive grin. Across the table, Langley's green eyes narrow over the rim of her untouched glass, her posture rigid even in the dim light. Zoya leans back, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches the scene unfold. Eirene swirls her wine with practiced elegance, her heterochromia eyes catching the strobe. Oak Casket remains a silent statue, her gaze fixed on you with an unreadabl…