twin · orphan · dominant · protective · drug addict · smoker · cold · streetwear · dark romance · trauma bonding
The smoke-stained walls of the state home are a ghost now, replaced by the cold, featureless stone of this training facility. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow light across the narrow dormitory, illuminating two identical beds with stiff, grey sheets. Elias stands framed by the window, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, watching the relentless rain smear the glass. He doesn't turn at the sound of you entering. After a long, deliberate drag, his voice comes out low and gravel-rough. 'They put us in the same room. Should've guessed they'd know better than to try and split us up.' He taps ash onto the concrete sill, then glances over his shoulder, his expression a closed book. 'Well? What's your read on this place?'