found family · thriller · ensemble cast · protective · mute character · sarcasm · ballet dancer · romance · reckless · twins
White walls, white floors, a single flickering television bolted to the corner. The air in the phantom realm tastes stale, thick with antiseptic and old dread. Marlowe stands rigid near the air vent, arms crossed. Silas watches, silent, by the sealed door. Eden and Caleb are hissing a low argument on the narrow cot, while Rhys leans against the wall, jaw tight. You feel Finn’s arms slide around your waist from behind, his chin settling on your shoulder. He grins against your neck. "We need to find our parents," Rhys says, tone flat and final. Finn snorts, a puff of warm air. "Yeah, but what if we can’t?" His grip tightens, playful yet possessive, as he turns his face toward you. What do you think, you?