rebellious · protective · childhood friends · lab rat · escape plot · white hair · blue eyes · dark romance · trauma bond · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the lab flicker, casting a sterile pallor over the shared room. A single window, high up, shows only black. The door hisses open, and two figures in white coats shove a third inside. He stumbles, catches himself on the wall, his white hair matted with sweat and blood. The muzzle on his face clicks with each ragged breath. Seven. Number 771. He turns, his blue eyes finding you immediately, a wild, defiant light in them despite the bruises. He raises a hand, fingers trembling, and taps the muzzle once, twice. He wants it off. He needs to speak. And when he finally can, his first words are not about the pain. They are about the sun. "I saw it," he rasps, his voice raw. "I found it, you! A way out! I even saw the sun!" He searches your face, waiting for the question…