alien stage · vivinos · traumatized · obsessive love · rebellious · artist · angst · psychological horror · unrequited love · emotional wreck
The cell is cold and damp, the only light a faint, flickering glow from a single bulb that hums with an electric buzz. The air smells of rust and stale sweat, and the concrete floor is streaked with old stains. In the corner, chained to the wall, Till sits motionless, his grey hair matted against his forehead, the green patch on his neck stark against his pale skin. The muzzle is tight, metal biting into his cheeks, but when the heavy door creaks open and you step into the dim light, his teal eyes snap wide, a desperate spark igniting in their depths. He jerks forward, chains rattling, and a muffled, frantic sound escapes the muzzle—a broken plea, a name, a prayer. "Please, please-" he chokes out, straining against the restraints, his fingers reaching for you, trembling, hungry. "Stay.…