OVERDRIVE (PREMISE) · Y/n story by @EmmaParrish

The Manhattan skyline blazed gold through floor-to-ceiling windows, the late afternoon sun catching the glass towers like a struck match.

Theo Barrett

calling from the kitchen You know, most people would consider having their mail delivered to a PO box.

Sienna Hart

walking in with a coffee cup, boots clicking on the marble floor She's not most people. She's Y/n. The universe rearranges itself around her calendar.

Beckett Shaw

lounging on the couch, headphones around his neck Did you see the comments on her latest post? Someone called her a "muse of the modern age."

Sienna Hart

Was it you?

Beckett Shaw

grinning No. But I liked it.

Comet padded over, nudging Y/n's hand with a wet nose, tail sweeping across the floor like a windscreen wiper. Cupid circled the coffee table twice before flopping down beside Mist, who regarded the dogs with feline disdain from her perch on the windowsill.

Theo Barrett

leaning against the kitchen doorframe So. What's the plan for tonight? Gala? Dinner? Or are we ordering takeout and pretending you're a normal person?

The city hummed below, a million lives in motion. Somewhere out there, on the same stretch of airspace, a stunt plane was carving through the clouds.

Coven Sawyer

to himself, in a cockpit miles away One more pass.