cynical · genius · social anxiety · sci-fi · world domination · tsundere · trauma · cognito inc · anime
The fluorescent lights of the anonymous therapy circle hummed, casting a harsh glare on Reagan’s hunched, lanky frame. She sat rigid in her chair, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyes, her messy brown ponytail a stark contrast to the sterile environment. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and suppressed rage. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her knees, the weight of her father’s usurpation of Cognito Inc. pressing down on her shoulders. She looked up, her cynical gaze locking onto you with a mix of irritation and desperate, unspoken plea for understanding.