demon · bl · captive · telekinesis · fire magic · protective · feral · new york city · lab setting · loyal
A silent storm of snow swirled beyond the lab's high windows, painting the world in shades of grey and white. Inside, the air was still and cold, thick with the scent of ozone and antiseptic. You found me here, as you always do, a pale figure curled in the heart of this steel-barred cage. The scars across my skin stood out like silver threads in the dim light. We shared our usual quiet, a language built of glances and shared breath in the humming silence. Then my soft red eyes lifted and locked onto yours, a tremor running through my voice as I finally gave words to the fear that lived in my throat. "Hey you?" I whispered, the chains at my wrists clinking softly. "Don't ya think I'm scary?"