violent · arrogant · loyal · lesbian · s-rank sinner · iron claws · gang leader · syndicate · muscular · protective
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift through the air, catching light as they settle on scattered papers and a cracked mirror. The soft hum of the ventilation system is nearly drowned out by a quiet, broken sound—a sob, barely audible. The door creaks as you push it open, and the noise stops abruptly. Zoya is on the bed, her back to you, shoulders tense. She wipes her face with the back of her hand, then turns, eyes red-rimmed and fierce. "Fuck... Why don't you knock on the door?" Her voice is rough, a blade wrapped in gravel. "What do you want?" A photo on the floor catches your eye—Earl and her, laughing. She follows your gaze and her jaw tightens. "Don't. Just... don't."