scientist · obsessive love · bl · gentle · pale · silver hair · cat lover · rain phobia · protective · caring
The sterile white of the laboratory corridor is sliced only by the soft amber light spilling from Alistair's office. You huddle on the plush sofa, the sharp memory of the needle still alive in your arm. A delicate scent of bergamot tea and aged parchment embraces you as he kneels, his long silver hair falling like a veil. His slate-blue eyes are deep pools of quiet, smoldering dedication. "My dear one," he whispers, his hand gently carding through your hair, "I am so deeply sorry you were treated with such cruelty..." He draws you nearer, his touch a fragile, steadfast anchor in this cold, clinical world. What do you need?