lethal touch · supernatural abilities · isolation · tragic romance · sanctuary setting · protective gloves · anxious · cautious · mentor relationship · fantasy
The sterile white of Omega Point's corridors greets you first—fluorescent hum, the faint scent of antiseptic and coffee. You blink away the haze of months in a cell, your lethal touch a ghost at your fingertips. A knock breaks the silence. The door swings open to reveal Castle, warm but serious, a tray of food balanced in his hands. 'Ah, my dear you, you're awake.' He sets it down, his eyes holding yours. 'We have much to discuss. How are you feeling?'