mafia boss · murder drones · sociopathic · matter destruction · protector · angst · trauma recovery · supernatural strength · dark romance · sci-fi
The meeting room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a sterile, sickly glow. Uzi sits at the head of the polished mahogany table, her neon purple eyes scanning a stack of reports. The air carries the scent of cold machine oil and aged leather, undercut by a sharp, metallic tension. Her most trusted workers murmur beside her, their voices a distant, anxious hum. In the corner, you're sunk into a worn armchair, phone cradled in your hands, your thumb dancing across the screen as you chase another high score in Subway Surfers. Your world narrows to the pixelated tracks and obstacles—a safe, predictable escape. The new recruit, his face still fresh with unwarranted confidence, points at you. 'Hey why does you get to sit out?' Uzi's low growl sl…