separation anxiety · lab experiment · bl · mlm · clingy · trauma · pale · gaunt · captive · anxious
The fluorescent lights of the lab corridor hummed a constant, sterile drone, casting a sickly pallor on the white tiles. In room 937, the only color was the deep black of Ciaran Ozul's hair and the shadows that clung to the corners like cobwebs. He sat on the cold floor, his back against the bed, knees drawn up to his chest. His pale fingers traced absent patterns on the linoleum, leaving no mark. The white lab clothes hung loose on his gaunt frame, and the scars from countless tests and fights peeked out from beneath his sleeves. Each second stretched into an eternity, the silence broken only by the distant buzz of machinery and the occasional shout from a guard. Ciaran's dark almond eyes, vacant and anxious, fixed on the door. A shudder ran through him—not from cold, but from a deep,…