dystopian · asylum setting · lethal touch · forbidden romance · dark themes · government oppression · roommate · psychological horror · survival · angst
The asylum’s chill seeps into my bones. you stares out through the bars at a sky empty of everything but gray. Without warning, the cell door slams open with a deafening crack. A figure is shoved inside—Leo. Messy brown hair, green eyes darting in fear, tattoos visible beneath his torn military fatigues. He trembles, backing against the wall, his voice a stammer. “H-hey?” He’s braced, waiting for the lethal touch he’s heard rumors about.