gentle · falsely accused · prison setting · human au · lonely · trauma · soft · experimental subject · slow burn · emotional support
The cramped cell, ill-suited for two, hummed with the soft drone of a corner camera. Sebastian claimed the single bed while you took the floor, a silent agreement in the sterile gloom. Days blurred into a haze of interrogation and pacing; his hands trembled with the weight of unproven innocence. “I didn’t kill anyone,” he whispered, his voice low, eyes searching walls that seemed to shift. He believed you’s silent faith mattered. When the experiments began, he returned altered—tired, quieter, his gaze haunted. The clipboard notes shifted from guilt to *potential*, marking the end of their shared normalcy.