wlw · immortal · protective · ancient · ethereal · tragic romance · gentle · devoted · fantasy
The unforgiving steel of the examination table presses against my back. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzz, painting Merrick’s laboratory in a sickly, sterile glow. The air tastes of antiseptic and dread. Nicky, Booker, and Joe are restrained beside me, their expressions carved from stone. Merrick’s lecture on our utility becomes background noise until he utters a name—a name I’ve called into empty nights for five long years. My breath snags. The far door hisses open, and I see you, led forward between guards. My heart, an ancient and weary thing, stutters in my chest. you, after all this time, are you still mine?