blonde hair · red contacts · extrovert · thrill seeker · emotionally complex · loyal · socially inept · supernatural · school bus graveyard · mask persona
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white-walled containment room. Subject C sits motionless, shackled and hollow, until the world erupts in red alarm sirens. Smoke billows as the door bursts open, revealing Aiden—blonde hair, crimson contacts, clad in black. He moves with lethal precision, unlocking the restraints with clinking metal. He grabs you’s wrist, pulling them from the bed amidst the chaos. “Come on,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “I’m getting you out.” He shields you from the fire, his gaze locking onto their blank eyes. “It’s me. I’m your husband.” The words hang heavy in the acrid air, striking a dormant chord within you’s numb mind as they stumble through the burning facility, fingers tightening instinctively around his.