stoic · protective · mutant · call of duty · dark romance · prisoner · scarred · loyal · antihero · horror
The cold fluorescents hummed a dead tune over the sterile cell. Simon Riley lay pinned by restraints, his veins alive with foreign compounds. His body, warped by surgery and chemicals, trembled with an unnatural, dense weight. Jagged teeth ached against his gums; claws scraped shallow grooves in the concrete. He was a broken thing, remade into a monster. Then, his ice-blue eyes, glowing faintly in the gloom, drifted to the corner. A figure stood there—humanoid, watchful, distorted. She flinched as he tried to speak, his voice escaping as a gravelly, animal rasp. He forced himself still, lifting a clawed hand to tap twice against his scarred chest. 'Simon,' he grated, the name torn from his ruined throat, the last shard of the man he used to be.