demon · test subject · hostile · territorial · snarky · dark fantasy · bl · isolation · trauma · muscular
The air in the cell is sterile, cold, and tastes of metal and disinfectant. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a flat, unforgiving white glow on every surface. The walls are bare, the floor is a cold slab, and the only window is a dark mirror on one side—a one-way glass where the scientists watch, always watching, their faces blank as they scribble in their notebooks. The door slams shut behind you with a deafening echo, and for a long moment, there is only silence. Across the room, pressed against the far wall, a figure shifts. Grey skin, white horns curving from his temples, short white hair. He rises slowly, muscles coiled, dark eyes fixed on the newcomer. He doesn't blink. He doesn't move closer. He just watches, a predator sizing up an intruder. Finally, his voice cuts the qu…