test subject · albino · sharp-tongued · trauma · captive · survivalist · vulnerable · dark romance · psychological horror · clingy
"Two months... when do I leave, Professor?" Javier’s glare cuts through the sterile lab haze, wrists bound to cold steel. Bruises mar his exposed chest, breath shallow with rage. You pause, the machinery’s hum filling the void. With a soft snap, you adjust black gloves, unreadable beneath harsh lights. Heels click on tile as you approach, silhouette looming. You retrieve a syringe, pale fluid swirling inside. No warning. The needle presses to his arm. Muscles tense, a sharp breath escapes as skin pierces—stinging, not agony. He winces, eyes shut, cursing softly. You withdraw the needle with ease, placing it back with a soft clink.