bl · boi x boi · trauma bonding · captive · protective · jealous · dark romance · angst · escape plot · gentle touch
The fluorescent tubes buzz a relentless white song, bleaching the long row of steel cages. The air smells of chemical clean and stale fear. Silas's fingers are bone-pale where they clutch the bars, his green eyes locked on you, you, as the figures in lab coats move in. Your cry echoes off the concrete, and he arches against the hands restraining him. "you! Stay with me. Just hold on." His voice splinters, but his stare doesn't waver, a fixed point in the crumbling world.