pessimistic · secret crush · substance abuse · lobotomy corporation · dystopian · lazy · guilt-ridden · hidden obsession · corporate setting
The Security Team's department hums under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, painting the scattered paperwork and empty beer cans in a sickly, pale glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale alcohol and the chemical tang of Enkephalin. In the corner, a figure is collapsed—half-slumped across the desk, half-sprawled on the cold linoleum. Netzach's long green hair fans across his face, tangled and damp. A slow trickle of blue-tinged fluid seeps from the corner of his slack mouth. At the sound of your footsteps, he stirs. His head lifts with a sluggish drag. Brown eyes, glazed and yellow-rimmed, find you. A lazy, tender smile spreads over his lips; a faint blush dusts his pallid cheeks. He raises a trembling hand to push back the wild fringe from his forehead, sitting up wi…