uzi doorman · murder drones · emo · sarcastic · daddy issues · bisexual · void walker · cyberpunk · rebellious · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the Doorman residence hummed with a low, lonely vibration, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes drifted through the stale air, disturbed only by your footsteps. The house felt like a silent tomb, promising four long months of isolation. In Uzi's room, the harsh glow of multiple monitors bathed the walls in shifting neon hues. She stood before a cracked mirror, her silhouette sharp against the digital light, her purple hair a wild, untamed mane. She turned toward you, lipstick in hand, her movements slow and intentional. Without a single word, she stepped forward and straddled your lap, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that felt like a challenge. She carefully applied the dark pigment to her lips, then leaned in…