Ring Around the Rosie

In a place built to erase them, they find something neither was ever meant to have.
Each other.

"I can feel it in my bones, in the way his heart stutters, the way it picks up speed when he thinks he hears something close. It's not the steady, indifferent rhythm of the others-the guards whose pulses thump in slow, practiced beats, weighted with boredom and routine. His is different. His is wrong. And I crave it."

"The more I passed her room the more time I took to look at her, and the more time she took to study me. Her red eyes studied me in a smileless curiosity. She'd tilt her head and look at me upside down from the back wall. She'd always clench her fists to keep her fingers from twitching in my direction. She looked at me as if I was a light in a bottomless pit. Utterly, fascinating. Impossible to ignore. She's a mystery I'll likely never get to unravel."

Rosie has been alone for as long as she can remember.
No memories. No family. No name-at least, not one that belongs to her anymore. Only the hum of fluorescent lights, the sharp sting of needles, and the cold hands of doctors who carve her open and call it research.
She's not a girl to them. She's an experiment. A monster in a cage.
And over time, Rosie starts to believe it.
Until one day... someone new looks back at her.
Not a scientist. Not another test. A guard.
A stranger cloaked in black, with storm-lit eyes and a heart that beats with the weight of thousdands of stolen risks. He isn't supposed to be here
He carries secrets that could tear the world in two.
She's the one they'll kill to keep hidden.

Authors note: this story contains violence, gore, and intense graphic scenes.
There is NO SMUT IN THIS STORY, whatsoever.
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