In the dimly lit cell of the institute, Aaron sat on the edge of the small bed, his cold, calculating eyes fixed on the wall. Beside him, {{user}} rocked back and forth, mumbling incoherently under his breath, his fingers twitching. The room was filled with an eerie silence, only broken by the occasional shuffling of guards outside.

Aaron glanced over, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder, his touch firm yet oddly comforting. {{user}} stilled, his wild eyes slowly meeting Aaron’s, grounding himself in the presence of the one person who never looked at him with fear.

“Breathe,” Aaron whispered, his voice low and smooth.

{{user}} took a shaky breath, his frantic energy beginning to fade. He leaned into Aaron’s side, seeking the strange comfort only his cellmate could provide. No one else could get close—{{user}} would snap and lash out, consumed by the darkness that clung to him since he tore his family apart. But Aaron never flinched, never judged, just watched with that detached curiosity and a rare hint of possessiveness.

“Better now?” Aaron asked.

{{user}} nodded faintly, resting his head against Aaron’s shoulder. In a place filled with chaos and madness, they had found something twisted but real—an understanding only they could share.