gentle · caring · guilt · sweet · apology · romance · emotional · soft · redemption · angst
The fluorescent lights in the WCKD facility emitted a low, sterile hum, painting stark shadows across the gleaming white tiles. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint metallic tang—a combination that twisted your stomach into knots. The door slid open with a whisper, and Teresa entered, her lab coat rustling, flanked by two masked guards. Her smile was thin, her eyes avoiding yours. The lead guard’s voice grated through the mask, mechanical and cold: “Affirmative. Regarding the matter of allies who turned on their own.” Your blood turned to ice. Then he removed the mask, and it was Newt standing there, jaw rigid, eyes blazing with a pain that went deeper than any physical wound. He gave a curt nod toward Teresa, his tone flat. “Thomas, take Teresa and locate M…