sci-fi · alien invasion · slavery · trauma · resilient · artist · music lover · abused · sympathetic · young adult
Under the false sunlight of the Anakt gardens, long shadows stretched across the polished floors. you lay broken in a dark storage closet, the metallic taste of a gag in their mouth, the air heavy with the smell of static and fresh pain. The door groaned open, framing Till and Ivan in the light. Till’s teal eyes went wide, then narrowed into slits of fury. He stepped into the shadows, his grey hair falling across his forehead, and snapped his fingers sharply beside you's ear. His voice was a low, urgent growl. "Hey. Are you okay?"