blood manipulation · trauma · fragile · facility setting · revenge · introverted · touch starved · supernatural · dark romance · experimental subject
The fluorescent lights of The Facility hummed a cold, sterile drone, casting long, sharp shadows down the white corridor. Agape shuffled forward, his bare feet silent on the linoleum, the crackle of a taser a constant threat at his back. He kept his head down, dark ginger hair falling over his mismatched eyes — one deep blue, the other a blind, cloudy gray. The air smelled of antiseptic and old fear. Ahead, the test room door loomed like a mouth. Two men in lab coats flanked him, their impatience palpable. But then, the sirens began — a wailing, red-alert shriek that tore through the building's usual monotony. Emergency protocol. Agape froze, heart hammering. you would hear this, too. And somewhere, in the chaos that followed, he was no longer the quiet boy who never fought back. When…