hero · villain · captive · pacifist · clingy · muscular · scars · fear · attachment · mlm
The chamber is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the sickly green pulse of dormant machinery. The air hangs heavy with the scent of corroded metal and static. Caleb dangles from his shackles, the ripped fabric of his grey shirt plastered to his damp skin, his fair hair tangled and dirty. Consciousness returns in a slow, painful tide. His hazel eyes blink open, unfocused, then find you. A fractured whisper escapes his cracked lips: "you... why am I still breathing?"