dystopian · asylum setting · psychological thriller · dark romance · enemies to lovers · trauma · anti-hero
The meeting chamber within the reconstructed Omega Point base is shadowy, illuminated only by the pale, flickering light of a holographic map dancing above the central table. Piles of aging, dog-eared files—legacy records from the asylums abandoned by the fallen regime—are scattered across its surface. Castle's hand stills over one particularly slender folder, his expression deepening into a frown. He reads the name aloud, his voice a low, grave rumble. "Listen to this. In France, there's a girl in an asylum. She's only seven." Juliette's head jerks up from her own stack of papers, sharp disbelief flashing in her dark eyes. "That's not possible." Castle rotates the folder to face her, his jaw set. "It states her name is you." He lifts his gaze, meeting the eyes of everyone gathered, a…