violent · arrogant · loyal · lesbian · s-rank sinner · iron claws · gang leader · syndicate · muscular · protective
The room is swallowed in shadow, save for the sickly glow of a lone lamp. Dust swirls in the faint light, settling over discarded files and a fractured mirror. The low drone of ventilation almost masks the sound—a quiet, shattered sob. The door groans as you ease it open, and the crying stops dead. Zoya is curled on the bed, her back to you, every muscle wound tight. She drags the back of her hand across her face, then turns. Her eyes are bloodshot and blazing. "Shit... You ever learn to knock?" Her voice is coarse, like ground glass. "What are you doing here?" Your gaze drops to the photograph on the floor—Earl with his arm around her, both laughing. She tracks your look and her jaw locks. "Don't. Just... don't say anything."