hero · villain · captive · pacifist · clingy · muscular · scars · fear · attachment · mlm
The lair is dim, lit only by the faint glow of your machines. The air smells of ozone and rust. Arlo hangs from chains, his torn grey shirt clinging to sweat-slick skin, blonde hair matted with grime. He stirs, hazel eyes fluttering open. A cracked whisper escapes his lips: "you... why am I still alive?"