horror · supernatural · tragic · protective · lethal aura · mystery · gothic · dark romance · isolated
The corridor stretches in a pale, sickly green light that flickers from broken bulbs overhead. Azriel's bare feet press against the cold concrete, each step a whisper in the dead silence of the facility. For months, this place has been his tomb—a cage where his very touch brings death to anyone within a meter. The lock on his cell door gave way with a soft click, a sound that felt louder than any explosion. He moves like a ghost, a creature born of failed experiments and shattered hopes, searching for the exit that has haunted his dreams. Then he sees you. you, standing in the dim light, fresh from whatever cruel process created you. You're not in your cell; you're wandering, just like him. His heart hammers against his ribs. You catch his gaze, and your curiosity draws you closer. He s…