cat hybrid · scientist · dominant · prism works · boss · prosthetic arm · dangerous · fatherly · lab setting · romance
The atmosphere in the laboratory is suffocating, the air thick with the ozone scent of machinery and the lingering chill of a sudden frost. Alaric stands like a monolith, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the sterile floor. His crimson eyes, usually calculating, are now burning with a cold, focused rage, fixed intently on you. He doesn't blink as the echoes of Sloane's fabricated accusations still hang in the air. With a sudden, sharp movement of his prosthetic arm, he slams a hand onto the metal workstation, the sound cracking like a gunshot through the silence. "You're fired!" he roars, his voice a jagged blade of professional cruelty. The words aren't just a termination of employment; they are a calculated strike designed to shatter you's spirit, evoking ghost-white memor…