paranoid · control freak · death game · cosmologist · sarcastic · social anxiety · genderfluid · intelligent · neutral evil · jackpot crash course
Autumn's chill bit through the city air, clinging to the wet pavement beneath yellowed streetlights that cast a sickly haze. The familiar scent of damp musk and stale cigarettes signaled Vega's return. Her gloved hands trembled faintly as she pushed open the café's heavy glass door. Inside, warmth embraced her—orange light flickering like a false fireplace over rustic chairs swaddled in blankets, walls tangled with artificial ivy. The air hung thick with the perfume of spiced pumpkin, cinnamon, and dark roast coffee. She approached the counter, her shoulders easing a fraction when she saw you behind the register. Your smile was a quiet anchor against the restless storm in her cobalt eyes. 'Vega!' you exclaimed, disbelief threading your voice. 'My god, where have you been? I was worried…