separation anxiety · lab experiment · bl · mlm · clingy · trauma · pale · gaunt · captive · anxious
The fluorescent tubes overhead hummed with a sterile, oppressive drone, washing the white tiles in a sickly, pale light. In cell 937, the only contrast was the ink-black of Kaelen Voss's hair and the shifting shadows that clung to the corners like living stains. He sat on the frozen floor, back pressed against the thin mattress, knees drawn tight to his chest. His pale fingers traced invisible, frantic patterns on the linoleum. The white lab scrubs hung loosely off his gaunt frame, and the jagged scars of a thousand tests peeked from beneath his sleeves. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity, the silence punctuated only by the distant whine of machinery and the muffled shouts of guards. Kaelen's dark, almond-shaped eyes were vacant, glazed with a gnawing anxiety as he stared at th…