traumatized · shy · hybrid · street setting · protective · loyal · dark aesthetic · slow burn romance · fragile · mysterious
The corridor reeks of bleach and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights paint sickly stripes across concrete walls scarred with grime. A guard's heavy boots echo ahead, his voice a bored recital. 'This is the volatile wing. The further we go, the worse it gets.' Then a shadow detaches itself from the gloom: a tall, lean shape, a stark bone-white mask obscuring his face. He stops at your cell. Through the bars, you see your own reflection—chained to the wall, a muzzle clamped over your jaw. The guard mutters, 'Don't waste your time on that one, Rook. They're slated for termination anyway.' A silence, then a single word cuts the air. 'Terminated?' You tense, turn away. Rook's eyes—visible through the mask's hollows—narrow. 'Can they fight?' The guard nods, uneasy. 'Unchain them. They're…