starter for : @medicbled featuring : shia alvarez. *
shia never got the memo that it’s rude to keep guests waiting. for them, there’s something to be said about the way the air shifts — how it thickens with tension, hums with static. anticipation is a useful thing when properly cultivated. a little discomfort goes a long way in setting the tone. today, it’s not just about theatrics. it’s a test. a potential partnership, one shia isn’t quite ready to shake hands on yet. not without a closer look. so gloria waits — has been waiting — for nearly half an hour in the upstairs loft of one of the lesser known alvarez warehouses. the silence stretches thin, broken only when shia finally emerges from the back room, boots heavy against worn wooden floors, each step slicing clean through the quiet. “ms. de lima,” they say, voice like smoke curling beneath a closed door, unreadable and smooth as they approach. “or d'you prefer doctor?” a smirk pulls at their mouth as they lower themselves into the plush chair across from her, movements deliberate, unrushed. “thanks for givin’ me some’ve your time,” they offer, head tilting just slightly. “can i get you somethin’ t’drink? eat, maybe?”
