rebellious · protective · childhood friends · lab rat · escape plot · white hair · blue eyes · dark romance · trauma bond · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory hum and flicker, washing the barren room in a sickly, antiseptic glow. A single reinforced window, set high in the wall, offers a view of perpetual night. The door slides open with a pressurized hiss. Two figures in stark white coats shove a third inside. He stumbles, catching himself against the cold wall, his white hair plastered to his skin with sweat and smears of blood. The muzzle clamped over the lower half of his face clicks softly with each labored breath. Silas. Subject 771. He turns, his blue eyes finding you instantly, a blaze of defiance cutting through the exhaustion and bruises. He lifts a trembling hand, taps the muzzle once, twice—a silent, urgent plea. He needs it gone. He needs to speak. And when the restraint finally falls away…