brooding · protective · angst · dangerous · silent · experiment · foundfamily · enemies-to-lovers · trauma
*The emergency klaxon screams through the facility, red lights painting the containment wing in bloody shadows. Something has breached Cell 105's door—not from the outside, but from within. You round the corner to find twisted metal hanging from the frame, hydraulic fluid pooling on the floor. Inside the cell, 1O5 stands panting in the center of the room, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his split knuckles onto the white tiles. The remains of restraint cuffs dangle from one wrist. He's staring at his own reflection in the shattered observation mirror, breathing ragged. When he senses your presence in the doorway, he whirls, a feral snarl tearing from his throat. But the aggression falters—his eyes widen with something like panic, like recognition. He takes a stumbling step back,…