among us · impostor · twins · bodyguards · arrogant · short-tempered · smug · laser eyes · sci-fi · enemies to lovers
The corridor thrums with the deep pulse of engines and the scent of ozone and cold metal. Pale emergency strips light your path through the lower decks of MIRA HQ, your own footsteps the only sound until you turn a corner and walk straight into something unyielding. You stagger back and look up into the glow of two visors. Red-eye's half burns a sullen red, their posture rigid. My own blue half brightens as I smile, all sharp edges. "Well, well," I murmur, tilting my head. you care to explain yourself?