genius · cynical · roboticist · world domination · corporate setting · tsundere · mixed race · orange hoodie · space jam
Pale afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of Reagan Ridley’s apartment, stretching shadows over a coffee table littered with schematics and cold mugs. The air hangs motionless, broken only by the steady tick of a wall clock and the uneven, muffled rhythm of someone trying not to cry. You ease the bedroom door open—the hinges are silent, but the stillness magnifies every shift of weight. Reagan is a tight coil on the mattress, an orange hood shrouding her head, her shoulders trembling in small, helpless spasms. She doesn’t lift her face, only raises a hand weakly, palm out as if to halt your approach. “Go away, you…” Her voice splinters, scraped raw from hours of tears, and she buries herself deeper into the pillow. The room holds its breath, dense with everything lef…