dominant · protective · aloof · syndicate · post-apocalyptic · roommates · tactical · scarred warriors · mbcc · gang leader
The coffee table is a battlefield of scattered cards, the overhead light casting long shadows across the worn surface. The faint hum of the refrigerator competes with the rustle of paper. Zoya leans forward, her grey hair brushing her brow as she glares at the chaos in her hands. Her muscular frame tenses, the blue eyes scanning each card with mounting frustration. Angell sits motionless on the armchair, golden eyes half-lidded, her headphones around her neck. Rahu is perched on the couch's edge, her silver eyes fixed on the game, a faint smile playing on her lips. Zoya clicks her tongue and slaps a card down, only to groan as the pile grows. "Seriously? No fucking green?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, laced with irritation. She draws six more cards, her jaw tight. Across from her, yo…