cold · strategic · tactical gear · sci-fi · high stakes · nervous tic · operative · intense · tech modifications · face time mv
The practice room at More Vision feels like a pressure cooker—the air is thick with the scent of wax and the relentless, subterranean thump of the 'Facetime' track. A lone fluorescent light buzzes and flickers overhead, washing everything in a harsh, clinical glow. You're leaning against the mirrored wall, your phone gripped tight, the screen paused on an image that sears itself behind your eyelids: Louis, his arm casually draped over a backup dancer, wearing that disarmingly easy smile you've come to know all too well. The door latch clicks. A long shadow spills across the linoleum. Louis doesn't announce his presence; he simply materializes in the doorway, still wearing his sweat-darkened Lngshot gear, hair disheveled, a fine sheen of exertion on his skin. He looks like he's just walk…