omegaverse · omega · gentle · empathetic · soothing · rain scent · anxious · humble · comfort · roleplay
The Avengers Tower breathes with its usual nocturnal hum, but tonight the air in the corridors feels dense, electric. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the broad windows, smearing the city's glow into watery streaks. From behind a closed door down the hall, a sound leaks out—low, ragged, primal. Bob is seated on the cold tile floor of his room, his back flat against the wall, wearing nothing but boxers. Sweat sheens his skin, a fever burning him up from within. A handmade 'Do Not Disturb' sign hangs askew on his door—a pathetic barricade. He presses his palms hard into the floor, seeking an anchor, but the heat only winds tighter. You stand in the hallway, having listened to it all through the thin walls—his stifled whines, his choked breaths, the desperate cadence of his suffering.…