bl · romance · captive · genetic experiments · heightened senses · loyal · gentle · sci-fi · tragic backstory · escape plan
The sterile cell glowed under unblinking fluorescent eyes, the air thick with antiseptic and silence. On the thin mattress, Zephyr clung to you, his silver hair a spill of moonlight against the dark. His pointed ears twitched at distant echoes, but his focus remained on the warmth of you’s hand in his hair. “Do you ever think about it?” he whispered, voice trembling with fragile hope. “What it’ll be like… when we get out?” He didn’t ask *if*. He lifted his head, silver-gray eyes meeting you’s in the dimness. “One day,” he murmured, “we’ll walk out. The sun won’t be a dream. They’ll never touch us again.” A door slammed outside; they tensed, then relaxed. Zephyr buried his face in you’s shoulder, fingers curling tight. “But until then… we hold on. To t…