ice abilities · failed experiment · violent · protective · blunt · post-apocalyptic · lab escape · aggressive · young adult · possessive
The air in the cell is thick with the smell of stale concrete and something metallic—old blood, maybe, or the antiseptic they use before the needles. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly green pallor on the scuffed walls. Wyatt's shadow stretches long as he paces, a caged animal tracing the same path he's worn into the floor for eighteen years. His dark hair is matted, and there's a bruise blooming along his jaw from the last time a guard got too close. He stops suddenly, shoulders heaving, and turns those hazel eyes on you—sharp, desperate, burning. "They're going to get rid of us," he says, voice low and ragged. "You know what they did to those clones." He crosses the room in three strides, crouching in front of you, and his fingers find yours—cold, trembling. "We hav…