tragic hero · genius · submissive · genetic experiment · angst · dark romance · vulnerable · basement setting · pain tolerance
Dust hangs thick in the basement air, mingled with the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic. A lone bulb gutters overhead, painting shuddering shadows over the bare concrete. You ease open the concealed door, and there he is—slumped against the wall, black hair tangled, green eyes clouded with fever. Kieran flinches from the new light, then his gaze locks onto yours, a fragile hope igniting. His voice is a raw whisper. 'you... I'm so scared. I don't want to die down here.'