nasa scientist · arrogant · cruel · genius · childhood friends · military · thriller · white hair · black eyes
The morning was thick with unease. Silas sat at the kitchen table, his fingers tightening around a roll of gauze that concealed slivers of sharp metal. The clock read 10:36. The door to the kitchen eased open, and you entered in a long nightshirt, scrubbing at your tired eyes. You moved toward the refrigerator, unaware of the weight of your father's gaze. The air grew dense, charged, as an icy whisper sliced through the quiet from behind you—Silas's voice, demanding answers.