invisibility · hostage situation · protective brother · omega point · sarcastic · entp · military setting · emotion manipulation · japanese american · undercover agent
The room smells of stale concrete and your own fear, a single bulb casting a sickly yellow glow on the grimy walls. Outside, Aaron's muffled screams cut through the silence, a raw, desperate sound that makes your chest ache. You curl tighter into the corner, knees pressed to your forehead, feeling his anger pulse like a living thing in the air. The door groans open, and a sliver of dim light spills in. Castle steps aside, revealing a young man with pitch-black hair and eyes that gleam like wet stone. He looks at you, not with the cold curiosity you expect, but with something softer, almost reluctant. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with him. He takes a step closer, his voice low and careful. "Hey..how are you feeling.."