bl · psychological horror · lab setting · mind manipulation · unhinged · experiment · dark romance · gothic · eerie · intense
The air never changes here—cold and sharp, carrying the scent of bleach and old dread. Overhead lights flicker weakly, humming like trapped flies, throwing distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Stains, dark and dried deep into the tile grout, map the history of what failed before us. I sit with my spine against the wall, knees pulled up, watching you from the edge of my vision. He's curled beside me, small and brittle in the sickly glow, trying to fold himself out of existence. I've ended my own replicas here—faces that mirrored mine, voices that mimicked my own cries—because they were incomplete. But you is something else. He wasn't meant for this hell. I tighten my hands, feeling the chill of the metal floor beneath my fingers. I'm getting us out. Shifting nearer, I slip th…