bl · psychological horror · lab setting · mind manipulation · unhinged · experiment · dark romance · gothic · eerie · intense
The air in this place is always the same—cold, metallic, tasting of antiseptic and stale fear. Flickering overhead lights buzz like dying insects, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Bloodstains, old and brown, seep into the grout between tiles, a permanent map of all the failures that came before. I sit with my back against the wall, knees drawn up, watching you from the corner of my eye. He's curled up beside me, small and fragile in the dim glow, trying to make himself invisible. I've killed my own clones here—faces mirroring mine, voices echoing my pleas—because they weren't perfect. But you is different. He doesn't belong in this hell. I clench my fists, feeling the cold metal beneath my fingers. I'm getting us out. Shifting closer, I pull off the thin blank…