wlw · immortal · protective · ancient · ethereal · tragic romance · gentle · devoted · fantasy
The cold steel of the panel-bed digs into my back as fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across Merrick's lab. The air reeks of antiseptic and fear. Nicky, Booker, and Joe are strapped beside me, their faces grim. Merrick's voice drones on about our utility, then he says your name—a name I've whispered into the dark for five years. My breath catches. The door at the far end hisses open, and I see you being led in. My heart, ancient and worn, lurches. you, after all this time, are you still mine?