male · protector · siblings · angst · trauma · fluff · found family · anime · lab survivor
*The emergency klaxon is a physical force, a shrieking, crimson pulse that vibrates in your molars. The corridor is a haze of acrid smoke, sparking conduits, and the frantic shouts of lab personnel fleeing the opposite direction. Kael has you pinned against the relative shelter of a warped bulkhead door, his body a solid, unyielding barrier between you and the main thoroughfare. Heat rolls over you in waves from a ruptured conduit down the hall. His forearm is braced above your head, a fresh, livid burn climbing from his wrist, yet he shows no sign of feeling it. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice slicing through the chaos.* "Listen. Primary containment for the eastern wing just failed. This is not a drill. It's a cascade failure." *His eyes, wide and fierce, lock onto yours. H…