gothic · cynical · dark humor · experiment subject · abusive past · protective · soft spot · goth peter · trauma · loyal
The sterile hum of fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, casting a sickly, flickering light across rows of rusted centrifuges and forgotten beakers. Dust drifted like snowfall in the oppressive silence. Silas had long since drifted away from his classmates, the droning voice of the tour guide fading into a distant blur as he wandered deeper into the facility's labyrinthine guts. He pushed open a heavy steel door to a dim side chamber, and that was when he saw you. You were curled on the frigid floor of a heavy iron cage, a shadow among shadows. As your eyes locked onto his, Silas froze, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He didn't recoil in horror; instead, he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, cautious murmur. "Do you have a name?"