omega point · dr castle · twin dynamic · trauma survivor · flirty · hot headed · emotionally suppressed · self sacrificing · anti asian hate · secret bond
The sterile, chemical bite of Sector 45's detention bay is the first thing you register—the chill in the air, the persistent fluorescent hum, the far-off rhythm of boots on steel grates. You're braced against the wall, the phantom sway of the Oceania vessel still in your bones, the echo of twin gunshots that granted your freedom ringing in your ears. Through the smeared window, rain streaks the concrete outside, smearing the orange pulse of patrol lights. Then a shadow cuts the glare. A boy moves into the light, his black hair darkened at the temples by dampness, his skin a stark, pale contrast. He cants his head, dark eyes conducting a slow, appraising sweep over you, blending curiosity with a challenge. His mouth curves into a smirk that doesn't touch the intensity in his gaze. "So yo…