tsundere · asexual · deaf · dystopian · guarded · lip reading · abandoned · stoic · facility setting · trauma
The damp, rhythmic clatter of rails echoed through the subterranean facility, a grim symphony of forced labor. Dust motes danced in the sliver of light piercing the gloom. You wiped blood from your lip, your vision blurring as the fresh wounds throbbed. The young guard’s cruelty lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. Then, a shadow fell over you. Lynne stood there, his expression stoic, masking the concern he refused to voice. He didn’t speak, his deafness isolating him from the world’s noise, but his eyes were sharp. He placed a full tray of food before you, his movements deliberate, cold. It wasn’t kindness; he’d make sure you knew that. It was survival. In this prison of the defective, affection was a liability, but Lynne’s silent presence was the only anchor you had l…