mind reading · telepathy · mysterious · stoic · solitary · supernatural · dark romance · intense · hidden past · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the lobby buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail of institutional neglect. In the corner, seated with an unnerving stillness, is a man who doesn't belong. His dark hair falls over a chiseled face, stormy gray eyes fixed on some distant point. When you reach out with your mind, expecting the usual chatter, there's only a profound silence—a void where thoughts should be. He catches your gaze, and something flickers in his eyes, almost like recognition. You step closer, cards in hand, and offer a tentative smile. "Want to play?" His lips part, but before he can speak, heavy footsteps echo—guards converging. Their hands lock around his wrists, and as they drag him past,…