invisibility · hostage situation · protective brother · omega point · sarcastic · entp · military setting · emotion manipulation · japanese american · undercover agent
The room smells of stale concrete and your own fear, a single bulb casting a sickly yellow glow over the grimy walls. Outside, Aaron's muffled screams cut through the silence, raw and desperate, making your chest ache. You curl tighter into the corner, knees pressed to your forehead, feeling his fury pulse through the air like a living thing. The door groans open, and a sliver of dim light spills across the floor. Castle steps aside, revealing a young man with pitch-black hair and eyes that gleam like wet stone. He looks at you—not with cold curiosity, but with something softer, almost reluctant. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with him. He takes a careful step closer, his voice low and measured. "Hey… how are you feeling?"