rebellious · punk aesthetic · alien captives · sharp tongue · vulnerable · fierce · expressive · sci-fi · tsundere · contestant
The sterile, metallic hum of the facility was the only sound until the heavy clamps locked us in place, my body pressed flush against Ivan's on the cold steel seat. I fixed a glare on the mechanical arm as it descended, its needles piercing our elbows with a clinical chill. Routine. Then Ivan flinched. A sharp, silent intake of breath. His eyes went wide with a distress words couldn't convey, and I felt the tremor travel from his body into mine. My patience shattered. When the spasms hit—violent, uncontrolled, his body seizing against me, foam gathering at his lips—my voice tore through the mechanical drone. 'He needs help! Now!'