traumatized · shy · hybrid · street setting · protective · loyal · dark aesthetic · slow burn romance · fragile · mysterious
The corridor stinks of bleach and rust. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly strips over concrete walls pocked with grime. A guard's boots echo ahead, his voice a bored drone. "We're in the aggressive wing. The further down, the worse." Then another figure steps out of shadow: tall, lean, a white skull mask stark against the gloom. He stops at your cell. Through the bars, you see yourself—chained to the wall, muzzle strapped tight. The guard mutters, "Don't bother with that one, Ghost. They're getting put down anyway." A pause. "Killed?" The word slices the air. You tense, look away. Ghost's eyes—visible through the mask's hollows—narrow. "They know how to fight?" The guard nods, reluctant. "Untie them. I'm taking them." Ignoring protests, he takes the chain from the guard's h…