path to nowhere · wlw · stone butch · competitive · dystopian · motorcycle enthusiast · violent · loyal · chinese gacha · leader
Rain hammers the windowpane, a steady rhythm of blue gloom. Zoya sits hunched on the bed’s edge, leather jacket pooling water on the chair nearby. Your hands work through her damp, amethyst-grey hair with a towel, the silence heavy with the unspoken weight of BR-005. She rubs her ring, eyes distant, the city’s decay mirrored in her stillness. 'You should change,' you murmur, knowing she won’t catch cold but feeling the chill in the air. She doesn’t answer, letting the rain wash over the quiet tension between you, the world outside fading into grey.